#noreb90

I gift wrapped myself Settled in your lap Hoping you'd be grateful for my presence Instead You taught me how to fold unto myself And be grateful I got so much To give

Wraps its bony hands Around your esophagus Make breathe Ghost Makes hands two missles Two mines Two hammers Two fists full of forget me nots When superiority complexes Have faces that personify the oppressor Remember You are artist to all you see Creator to all you feel Mastermind of all you find And you will be alright You will be alright

Like something they can walk away from Until it’s going going gone They think i am made out of fairy tales And love songs They confuse sweet and soft For non lethal This is my advantage See me grind Be afraid to look me in my eyes after Know I’ll read your mind Make you reconsider mine

I remember was warm tea delivered by callous hands on sick days Big smile and silly dance when it was time to play And how your sky turned grey when she left Stress blocking your breathe getting stuck in your chest Remeber how your neck swole Remember how you sunk deep and didnt know how to get up Remember deciding to forget Remember deciding never to leave all them hims who i hoped to love Even if i was becoming too much of a ghost of who i really was I remember this being the only way i could wipe your tears I remember not forgiving her for years I remember how much i reminded you of her with every mistake i made And guilt becoming a kissing cousing to my hearbeat And guilt became you daily libation to you esophagus Something gotta scratch apologies back down Remember forgiving you every time i lied down with lies And confusion And abandonment Holding me around my waist Whispering honey and cocaine into my soul Filling up holes Again Remember comparing all the hims to you And always falling short Remember hearts breaking and breaking hearts And not knowing which was worse But knowing i never wanted to hurt Knowing your healing hands Calloused and carrying weight of past pain Like hot tea Careful Careful and all for me

To claim it myself

when it finally come

Wonder why he's blind 

This elusive Destination Calls for awards Or Kids Or Salaries Bills Children Marriage I look for never never land On weekends When i have time to realize i ain’t got time When i light white candels And try to clear my mind Is this what freedom cost? My mind, my time, my spirit Grpwing in a small box called responsibilities Crushing spines Blinding eyes But at least we grown Right?