My Quotes

‎"love is a gamble taken by two and testing it, is like peaking behind the scenes of the stock market--its a cheapskate move and it's cheating; one loses while the other soars knowing -->just how much the other has invested..." 

The Predicament

till this day I can't digest 
the daunting task of waking up and getting dressed
when my body, mind, and soul SCREAMS depressed--

I mean you hear the blessed words from the best
however only the opinion from one
sticks inside the chest

So I scroll down from Feeling prime, time, shining dime, rollex
degrade down to my lowest
feeling like the poorest

when you ease your self with them suspision tests
testing my honesty, but honestly I'm upset

To see just
how weak you can be, to become the tryant to feed the mad man beast
inside of you rising from your contemplating insecurities

the culpret,
your corporate ego....

Trading Love

Fell in love again

Just found out that

He might belong to someone else

And instead of getting in a fit of tears

I’m extremely exhausted

To have an expression

To truly react to how I’m really feeling

Because losing track of love is normal for me

I mean I’m in my world of dreams

Hiding from a shattered past

To notice that I’m losing my hand in hand

Slapped by the reality of his exit

And it’s so easy to blame myself

That it’s difficult for me to interoperate

His fail sense of understanding

And I continue to wither with defeat

Of my irresponsible control of what now is

My overriding senseless emotions

All seeking to come through

And it uses up all the energy in my nerves

And so yeah,  I’m ex-haus-ted ,

Slightly faint and naive,

I just wish I can trade love

For anything that doesn’t involve any more feelings

Creeping under my skin paralysing me

Before I start thinking

Of a proper way to comprehend when love became so useless

Because it’s easy for me to think of a another way to leave

My future would just be

Me my-self, and I—

And if needed be –for someone to carry my legacy,

There’s always the potential of a test tube baby

 because

I’m afraid to open my heart again

To be rendered in the hands of failure

So yeah, when did love become a perpetrator

That I need a restraining order

From?