Most times I find myself thinking,  
About you, about me
About you, about us
I find myself thinking about whether
You ever think of me
I can't help but wonder sometimes
If you'd spend a moment
Thinking
  For that slight second,
Whether I ever think you, thinking of me, just like I've spent days and nights wondering.
I can blame it on the distance
Or your closeness to someone else, someone who's not me
I can blame it on the cold nights of winter
Or the warm embrace of the guy
who read your insecurities, through the palms of your hands
On your first handshake

I can blame it on your thoughts,
For you to ever think, that I'd think of you the same way you thought of me.
  I think you are the most beautiful woman...
   I think I hate the woman I love..
I think given another chance things would have been...
I think...
  I think...

Why can't I get you out of my head, out of my heart, for I think only then can my soul find peace.

   I think, as I fall asleep tonight,  
I'll think of you.

Vengeance is a quest
One that's pure and justifiable Irrespective of the means, no matter how rough.
Nothing is more demeaning than asking self, who Am I?
But then again it occurs to me, I'm Eric Ng'ang'a, a saint in my own making. 
My weakness was love, for I let my guard down when I allowed my piety to a woman, determine my course.
Betrayal.
I feel like am going rogue, or, am I?
This would be my suicide note,
So fear the hanged man,
For he's dead already,
And the man with nothing to lose is the one you put your money on in a bar fight.
But his words,  
My younger self, linger and scream like banshees in my head,
Son,
There's Beauty in the courage of a fragile fighter.
So I hold on tight,
Hold it together, before I embrace going G.I Joe.