I speak to myself and you should hear what we have to say.Ask me anything
That anger that sits quietly in your spirit and eats you up.
That unresolved hurt that lurks behind the smiles.
That anger I feel every time I think of you.
One year later; one friend less and I’m still hurt.
I hate this.
That poor girl.
I have so many feelings for someone I’ve never met.
Right now; all I feel for her is sad.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Sometimes all I need is that one good friend who has my back no matter what.
That friend that won’t hesitate to shout out a royal “fk you!” to anyone who messes with me.
That buddy that’ll stop whatever he’s doing to Skype me because my shit is important to them.
That friend that’s so real and honest. That bredrin that gives me insight into what these fools out here are thinking.
That brother that loves me like a sister.
That friend who’s advice I know is coming from a place of love; only to lift me up and not drag me down.
That’s all I need sometimes.
Glad I got it.