opinios

maybe i'm mistaken for giving without taking, heart breaking, love making, soul shaking, it's all the same in any existing relationship, when love defines your existence, hard to stay persistent and not miss em n crawl back to that space of resistance, pick up missions where no-one listens n just gives sympathetic expressions, so you count your lessons and old love letters, create other memories to forget her hoping jealousy will hurt her, but this space feels murder, counting heart murmurs doesn't make it better, just takes the pain further you're a drama farmer, love smotherer, but no-one can grow in the shade, that was your only mistake, when you were her sun rays.

how much time did you waste analyzing the look on her face, defining the lines you retraced over and over, realize her sunshine is fake it's always cut n paste, when you fit in that thin line between love n hate.

getting legless to forget this opposite sex friendship it's senseless. under appreciated with a hundred insecurities loved n now hated this ain't new to me as with each day away you slowly murder me, but i'm Mr righteous, we create a spark n set fire to us, it's disasterous say i'm to blame, but the glove don't fit, the truth hurts when it hits, after one too many a difference n personality clashes now i'm drowning in the ashes.

we're more than friends less than lovers, we sleep together but don't 'sleep' under the covers, whatever, we're both too stubborn to call each a meet face to face, cos then we could reside in a space other than hate, "hi how you doin?" just seems out of place when this void is over-stayed.

n i'm caught in future desires and memories on the replay. you say "oh i know you luke" you cant comprehend that Understanding starts with U, so justify your actions by saying "i was just like you", well what happened the girl i held true, n called my boo, actually what the hell happened to the woman i knew, cos all i see is a little girl playing 'peek a boo'.