After much sleep and deliberation I’ve come to the conclusion that a man can’t and shouldn’t run from every situation because it’s the easy thing to do. I’m realizing the rules I once thought were set for men aren’t solid, they’re fluid and change by circumstance. Doing what’s hard and learning from doing so is becoming of me. When you make a bed, lay in the mfkr. Now when reasonable doubt appears, it’s up to a man’s discernment to get out of that bed and push on. When a strong woman wants to be by your side through thick and thin, consider the whole circumstance before ditching when times are rough. It’s easier to run than stand tall. It’s safe to say I’ve met my match but as a man, I’m realizing that contemplation is necessary and so is space. Don’t let it all go to waste. Think smart and also think for yourself. This shxt is bread and butter.
psn
November 14th 2019
Day Job Status – checking In
No Name 2
It’s critical how political society can be. So opinionated that literally everything can be taken out of context and I get clipped with a subliminal. Misunderstanding upon misunderstanding, I am tired of being misunderstood. A lil bit of help is different from a lot. Specifically not being specific but I am sick of the random response.
No Name
Never been the same since the day they left me, been tested every day since, I think it’d be possible to die from all this stressing. Never been a mother’s favorite since the day I laughed at the jokes from the devil in its eyes. Cursed and traumatized watching all this trauma exercised. As much as I could do I can never seem to change the flow of ending in the same tragedies, repeated patterns of chaotic disasters. Relationships ending in bittersweet laughter. Never would I find someone like you or someone unlike you…
Never been the same since the day they left me, been tested every day since, I think it’d be possible to die from all this stressing. Never been a mother’s favorite since the day I laughed at the jokes from the devil in its eyes. Cursed and traumatized watching all this trauma exercised. As much as I could do I can never seem to change the flow of ending in the same tragedies, repeated patterns of chaotic disasters. Relationships ending in bittersweet laughter. Never would I find someone like you or someone unlike you…
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Feeling like I’m connected to a feeling deeper than living,
Afraid of a possibility I’m the only one that feels it,
Caught up in the rapture of love when I think of her,
FaceTimed caught me off guard but it still wasn’t you,
I don’t care who it is, cause I come home to you,
I will still say out loud that you bae, I know good and damn well in yo head you call me boo,
I’ll talk to you about feelings but not too often, just to know if it’s true,
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere with anyone else, I just want you.
I hope that you don’t take it the wrong way, but I enjoy declining h*es for you.
I don’t care what they could say, it won’t change the plans I got for you.
Nothing can change what I imagine to the world what we could do.
Blazing new paths most to many have never seen before,
Stay by my side I’ll show you a side of the world that could hold to your heart a true reward,
Cause baby I’m the catch and you got it all, I’m talking family and more in store because I know deep down inside there’s even more of you and there’s way more to me that we both could explore…
Caring too much or not enough, for those who don’t care at all.
Why do I feel that it’s up to me to prove that I care, when clearly the person I’m trying to show that I care obviously could care less?
I’m not the type to just give up on a person but I see that it’s easy for most people to give up on me.
You can’t appeal to everyone, I understand this, but I’m only trying to appeal to those in my immediate life. Friends stiff arm me, family does the same but that comes and goes, and mainly anyone woman I have an interest in, is only temporarily interested in me.
Sometimes I wonder if I chose to be an asshole, chose to go with my second mind, come off stand-offish and a loner who only wants to be touched if it’s sexually, I wonder if my life would be easier because it seems as if life gets easier the more you care less. As if not being genuine is truly the way to be because as much as I try to be genuine with anyone I choose to be around, it’s seems useless because I ultimately always become a mat to be stepped on.
