I never was the type to

Love, now my hands are

Open to the 

Voices of those who think that

Every day their lives get better

Disgusting I tell you.

You were never one to be

Out in the open, but you were

Understanding to those who'd

Think that life was but an

Opportinuty to be 

Outward and be explored to the fullest intent.

Me? I told my self that I was a fake reality

Undeniably I fell into the depths of a 

Charm I thought would 

Have me in its arms for 

Too long and now im 

Outspoken

Learning to 

Evaluate 

The things I had done

God help me, I think im

Obsessed. 

I think about how it should be, love, to the point where I speak to God above. Who'd ever think that a single word of imperfection grasped upon an intersection of feelings and mutual benefits, yet here I speak of how it doesn't fit. It doesn't fit my personality judging from the way I prove my mentality, it isn't much of a problem given that I didn't care at all, sadly for this love of mine, for you I decided to fall yet it was un-explainable how unattainable you were how you talk, how you move even how you blink your eyes, no one other than her. I loved the feeling you gave me the meaning you filled the laughter in the air the love that you killed, because I realized one thing, it was that It couldn't be, how one sided the love was just added to my misery, a pain in the chest, it stung at best it hurt like hell but I was lost under your spell, I am pathetic because of how sympathetic I was, falling over your words of empathetic mistrust. No longer do I judge my way of impulse I feel my heart. Its one sided