It’s a dangerous love affair.
I used to write love poems. That is, until I stopped loving. My words were my greatest asset in the pursuit of a woman. I’ve talked my way into a fair share of hearts. In my experience: The one true way to a woman’s heart is through her ear. The poems I wrote were by far some of my cleverest work. They made sense and always said the things that no other man had told the woman that they were indirectly intended for. I’d never really given a poem that I wrote to someone… She just read it on a blog in some place that was strategically placed. The words were her’s and she knew it. She was mine and I knew it.
I haven’t written a poem, aside from rap verses, in years. My poems were always a bit more emotional than my verses anyway and they didn’t need to fit into a four beat bar. They were sporadic like me. The women on the other side of my pen knew that. Those poems were the truest insight to who I was at that time behind the bravado and cool. I was a gentle hearted boy looking for the love of a woman who had an equally gentle heart. I’ve lost that desire somewhere along the way. My pen is somewhere with it.
I’ve gone from a writer to a thinker, from an eloquent speaker to an extremely reclusive person who spends more and more time within the confinements of his own mind. I don’t have many interactions with other people. When did I lose my way? Did I truly lose my way or have I found the person that I am intended to be? That’s a complete 180, man. I don’t feel like I can progress until I figure out if I’ve lost or found myself. It’s a dangerous field to play and I’d rather play it alone.
I’m interested in finding someone to share a few things with. You know, like little tidbits about my day. No one really intrigues me, though. Everyone is mundane beyond belief or I feel pressured to reciprocate whatever feelings they may have for me. I often find myself in situations where someone is spilling their guts to me and I can’t find the perfect words to say back. If this were 2008, I’d have some poetic response that would steal their hearts— but it’s not 2008. I don’t have the words. Really, all I can say is “oh.” So am I really interested in finding someone? What the hell, man. I’m a confused man.
I just want you to love me and not be upset if I don’t love you back.
I’m surprised Obama has actually spoken out about the verdict in the George Zimmerman case and about race/racism very bluntly and honestly.
He’s a politician, but here he is doing a very “person” like thing.
Egyptian anti-sexual harassment groups confirmed that mobs sexually assaulted and in some cases raped at least 91 women in Tahrir Square, over four days of protests beginning on June 30, 2013, amid a climate of impunity.
Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.
i’m not emotionally available still, so these girls i’ve been dating, they’re getting back to that point asking where things are going