I separated from it.
I took my memories of love;
not romance just love.
Then I cut the cords;
unwound what was bound.
I let go.
I didn't fight to stick around
lover, family or friend.
Act like you want me gone
I'm going to treat it like an invitation .
I can't fight for you;
I don't even have the will.
I have a loving heart but love isn't all I feel.
I fell between lines and underneath words.
Good lust is like a high but bad love can make you ill.
Love hurts; fake love kills.
Passion is pretty; it's beautiful until it ends.
So let nothing fester and don't be afraid to let it end.
Beautiful beyond flesh and finance;
nothing exists that I would trade it for.
I love my brain; so much that having it belong exclusively to me excites my being constantly.
It’s process either sends me to ecstasy or completely dissects what's vexing me .
Releasing my inhabitations with its divergence from the perfection I demand.
No it is not a lapse in judgment; it is inner rebellion it makes a choice and takes stance.
Handing my rationale a list of demands; and while “the mind” and me are distracted
the fucking brain takes action.
Why is my brain independent?
My brain is mine but does not belong to me.
It is in no prison.
It lives without captivity.
My brain is free; to do what it damn well pleases.
My brain has its own audacity.
While I’m begging my brain to just act right.
We can pick up negotiations at first light.
I didn’t fake the funk; you didn’t earn the fuck.
You say a lot of negative shit; and you think fucked up.
You drink too much; and you done smoked your belly rotten.
You stir too much shit; you put your hands on the right one.
I’m “the wrong” for this; I don’t fuck for nothing but wisdom and knowledge.
I see you with your understanding; reading between the lines.
You’ll always look for the problem in understanding thats including mine.
