Posted in Personal, Poetry

Assisted Suicide

It was a setup from the beginning,
you know that let’s get to know each other vibe,
you share,
I share,
everything’s fine, right?
wrong,
it’s that anything you say or do will be held and used against in the court of dating,
past, present and current,
how do I battle old me,
versus new me?
the gun is pointed at my head,
it’s a glock,
so you got 17 shots before I’m dead,
every bullet you use,
I handed you,
assisted suicide,
transparency will be the death of me,
where did I go wrong?
none of my words or action gave you just cause to end me,
I can’t even defend me,
you slowly let loose,
it’s almost empty,
empty and hopeless is what I feel,
confused because I was just being real,
honest and true,
but my words and actions are meaningless to you,
damn I can’t believe I’m going out like this,
never thought this would be the death of we, or me,
how do I move after this,
or can I,
I’m looking up to the sky as that real part of me is leaving,
this death of the essence of me…
damn

Posted in Poetry

Am I Supposed To Care

Wrote this back in 2003..

Am I supposed to care if your feelings are hurt?

I mean why should I care I don’t even like you,

And you damn sure don’t like me so let’s be real,

It’s kind of fucked up that the people who I love the most join in with you,

Joking and laughing as if I can’t even hear y’all, 

Don’t even try to put up a front and act as if I can’t tell what’s real,

Respect is only given to those who earn it,

So don’t expect that shit from me,

To understand where I’m coming from you have to first understand me,

But am I supposed to care if you don’t like me?

Cuz I damn sure don’t give two shits about what you like or don’t like,

I told you to be real,

Acting as if it’s only one sided because it damn sure isn’t,

BUT REALLY AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE?

Posted in Personal, Poetry

Untitled

Clouded judgment in fear of the truth, to love and be in love. There’s a difference that divides the two, how can a scattered mind think clearly..

Heartbeats,
Heart speaks..

The seperation of two,
wondering if its true.

Posted in Poetry, Thoughts

Untitled

its shattered like glass,
with no way, no glue to put it back together,
Each piece a problem that caused the breakdown of this friendship,
Break ups are tough…

Posted in Poetry

Old Skool Kick

Wrote this April 6, 2012 at 8:21pm

 

If I had dime for every time I heard “You too pretty to be alone.”

I’d be rich,

Been hearing that shit since high school,

But the ones I liked didn’t think I was cool enough at the time,

So I sat with my pen doing that love math,

LOL,

yall remember that one where my name + his name + some numbers equaled something that told me we should be together,

but somehow it never worked out that way,

As years went passed and I got some more ass,

They wanted me, But for all the wrong reasons,

Now I’ve grown up and the ones I see are the ones who weren’t seen just like me in high school,

Cuz all those who once were are now has beens,

LOL,

But I dont just want them becuz they were never seen,

But becuz they saw me thru it all, and they still see the me from back then…