Non-Sensical

I forgot that my passion started with writing that my inquisitive nature fed my desire to dialog with the paper

The relationship between the pen & the man is comparable to any relationship I ever had with any woman

Sometimes relationships get ILL & sometimes I don’t wanna be bothered & sometimes I forsaken my heart & lose sight of the art

I apologize ahead of time but allow myself to pour myself back into myself & replenish my health. That which can only be done through words

I’m lost right now & I’m okay with that because I get to find myself in bright new places something I couldn’t do if I was already in good health

The weekend came & went as did all that was with it

I just wanna breath on my own. Again.

Back to the sleepless nights just me, my tears, & my pillow

I shower & let the water wash over my mane but my tears become soaked in the same soap that I wash my face

I go to work every single day but emotionally I’m right in the same place right where you left me

Every other thought not of you is a thought of you I’ve never been so fucked up

To think I’ve already been pushed past the brink of my own limits & then you came & took me further to new highs or isn’t new lows to a new depth that was already exceeding my own extremities

A Pearl told me I’ve gotten through worse but my mothers still not here & I could really use one of her heartbroken remedies

I’ve never met a person so right on the wrong side of perfect symmetry

I truly wanna free myself but the truth is that I’d have to flee myself which only makes it worse cause I’m not ready to leave.

-I’ve forgotten my name