#theredant

If life is like a game of chess then I guess I’m a rookie. I mean, look how long it took me to let you go or even know how I felt. I kept the words to myself like a dictionary never touched on a shelf. I’m only alone because I choose to be, or maybe I’m alone because you didn’t choose me. If I move at the speed of light will I be able to leave my present and see my future? Maybe there I’m not such a loser. Should I try and see it from your perspective to understand why you’re being so selective? While you’ve already moved on, my feelings are still here far from being gone. No matter how many definitions of them I give, do they mean nothing to you? If you could read in between the lines in math you’d realize that you’re the only thing that I absolutely value. I can’t let you go I’m sorry. Is it my fault that you don’t call me? Did I come on too strong or am I still weak? What will it take to get you to come to me?

Don't look into my eyes. If you do you'll find that I continuously cry on the inside. Smile, stand tall ,and wave, just so I can get through the day. Where's the love in forever when I can't even get through the week. But I put on a face, all of my feelings erased, to make you think that I'm okay. I'm broken like the cracks of my lips. I've only held on this long because I'm longing to be fixed. I don't want to be chapped or act like I'm your chap anymore. I just want to go back to the way I was before. A once full and vibrant star. I'm done pretending like a Hollywood star. I'm not looking for people to see me as their idol. I just want something to motivate me, something to fight for. Fall into my eyes, if you do you'll see that I only want you to accept me. Love me as if I'm your child and maybe then I'll truly be able to smile in front of the curtain this time. Can you see the true me when you look into my eyes?

Tell me when to stop tell me when to go. When will I finally reach you? When will I finally know? Will you tell me to turn or go straight? Will I eventually burn if my praise is fake? Show me the light in the dark so I can finally see. No more will I be oblivious to this harsh reality. I hear more pops from guns than Rice krispies. I want my people to be free. People say we are I don't think that's the case. Am I crazy? I'm not a racist but can I put these crackers in a box like the one they built for us? We're still chained to a fake reality, can we chain them so they can see what's the fuss? Am I not allowed to do the same? Even when they hanged my ancestors and people still today and burned them with flames. Don't tell me when to go 'cause I won't be able to stop once I begin to fight. I want to go but you keep me at the stop light.