More-inspired by Silk

I must say of all the heart of hearts mine is the most honest and purest. I love with a iron fist but yet i carry a shield of silk...fine and beautiful yet perishable by the swords of love. I stand with an open soul and sound mind but yet the love i contain for you clouds any clear judgement. It seems that the days have turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years...You hold so much of me and don't even know it. The greatest pain in life is not die but to be ignored and passed by love. I wish to have your full attention. ♥

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I lay there in my bed listening to the ceiling fan as it clicks against the warm air. I could feel the pain creep into my heart and shatter it into the millions of pieces that I can no longer picture the image of what used to be. I close my eyes and let the film roll and reminisce about the passion that once grew fearless beyond its depths. My body numb with chills and stained with the blood left behind by my limb beating heart. He can’t hear it anymore; all that remains of his tone seeking voice is the sent that lingers on the skin of which he stole the heart from. Laying cold in his hands; avid for the warmth of which cannot comfort it anymore. He leaves my body alone and unattended only to bear the clicking of the pulsating fan above my head. Scars and burses leaving behind there unmarked abrasions of sorrow grief and anger, only to haunt those too deep to conceal their identity of being left behind to embellish what was once there. A new he lingers in the presence of lies and toiling. Inching behind the quiver of a vernal heart, only to have the vigor to approach with animosity…for the role of the mind is his heart and the role of the heart is the mind. Punishment for the unblinking of the eyes of the body which lay in this bed…captivating in the eye of the spinning fan…tears leave this body now accompanying the blood which has chased its self free longing for its heart.

In Mi Mind

For someone who is almost like air, I give my self whole heartedly...A smile steals the breath from my heart like a kiss steals the life out of that one moment in time. They say that loving someone is giving them the ability to hurt you but trusting them not to...But I dont love you, you have estranged me in the depths of this world to fend for the heart of misery. To kill me is to lie to me...and I wish to know you no more..for what you have brought to me is a sacrafice that I wish to no longer take part...If I was your women...I may say. You dont know me...Fuck her go be with her maybe where I stand but I'm piecing together the image in mi mind letting go of the one person who has locked them self in my happiness...It's not fair...But since when have I ever recieved what I really and truely desired. Why does it seem like every prayer that I pray to make everyting betweens where I stand a positive paradise seems to shatter its self in self loathing pitty and depression and a wish that you were DEAD...Maybe I paint in mi mind a mirage of bliss...Earth is hell I have come to understand...I am forced to bear the pain of that of which I endure. I am holding on to a saving grace of enrhiched mortality...hoping that maybe I can trust you...

Who am I to You

Ok so does she know? Why does ya shit have to be so blowin up? I dont think I’ve ever been in such a fucked up situation before. One min we mad cool and everything the next I’m in an argument with otha people ova ya shit..and the thing is you wipe ya hands like they clean. I still care bout you and all of course Im not gunna do you like that. BUT I aint gonna beg you to get it together. I’ll let you sit there and think about how much better shit you could have and how little drama you wouldnt have to deal with if it were at my table. So we cool we friends but Im so close to throwing in my towel cuz I’m going on round 3 of this competition...yea I’m kicking ass...but how many more people am I gunna find out are in this ring with me...are you really the greatest victory in this? I’m not the jealous type. I can sit here and pretend were friends. Im not gonna call ha out ha name, bitch you behind ya back...Im so real right now it should scare you! I aint even gunna trip...but I think its funny how she dont know bout me and I didnt know bout ha...who is it that ever1 knows to be ya girl...oh so SHE say. I wonder if you can look me in my face and lie to me knowing that I’m there for you...no matta wat...