Days like today it would be really nice to come home to some one who cares.
Not to depreciate the ones who care now, but someone who cares, cares.
Someone who wants to be a part of that side of me.
Someone who won’t care if I’m weak around her because she knows how strong I am.
Someone who thinks I make the world better by being by her side.
Mama said there’d be days like this.
She just forgot to tell me how lonely they can be.
How empty I can feel, in spite if my success.
How that special someone can accentuate my life.
So while I sit here alone, do me a favor: if you have a special someone; grab them, pull them close, hug them tightly, kiss them softly but with just enough passion to make them shutter…
Then look them in the eye and tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they are there.
Because some us cant.
I don’t know why we can’t be together.
I just know the feeling when we’re apart.
I miss you, but not like before.
I spend my free moments trying to put it back together.
Sometimes we get there.
Most times we don’t.
If we could get from A to B, I’d be all the better for it.
You are that sickness when I’m not quite sick.
You’re the call I’m expecting but never get.
My tomorrow that never comes.
My dream that I wake up from just when it’s about to get good and no matter how bad I try, I just can’t fall back asleep.
You see, I love you, but I can’t figure us out.
And I think that’s what makes us beautiful.
You can’t help who you’re related to. Just like you can’t help who you love. But what you can help is being a fucking bitch or a loser. That’s a choice. Do no harm. Help others when they can do nothing for you. Foster the youth. Be honest, be hopeful, be faithful. Or be a bitch ass loser. Your choice… they’re both equally as easy or difficult.