losing
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Aiming for my confidence they shot the gun,
hitting me with that, “you’re so dumb so ugly so…”
I’m so numb, that’s what I’ve become.
I bit the bullets of words hitting me,
i've been losing in a lot of ways
but by the days
it's proven
the things and people i keep putting energy into
life tells me i'm not meant to
but i didn't want to lose this much
The wars my eyes have seen
The bullets emerge from your mouth as you spit and speak
Don't shoot,
I beg
Please surrender
This battle is killing me
I can feel you slipping through my fingers
What we once had was so solid I could grip it.
At times, it was all I could hold on to.
Now - you are falling, falling, falling...
Dripping away.
I loved you from the start and thought that we'd never be apart
Seeing you before birth was a tearing moment for your dad and I
Getting ready for your arrival ; setting up your baby crib
I- am who I- am
I am thunder- and I am lightning-
I crackle, pop, and sizzle.
Nothing can phase me
You insult me I bear it-
You- hate me I- don't give-
A damn!
You see me now, I- still don't give-
You say you love me but you talk to me with such hostility
You say you love me but you break me down emotionally
You say you love me but you always bring up the past
You say you love me but you cause me so much pain
Calling, Crashing
lights are flashing
what is happening?
this is maddening
storm and lightning
Fears are frightening
Put in writing
we can't fight it
Can't you stop it?
The day of auditions, I was calm.
I didn’t fret, I didn’t freak.
And every time I saw someone who was losing their mind,
I went up to them, and said calmly,
“Repeat after me.
Birth of new born killers
high end thrillers
sparse chances, taken with unease
beans and peas,
mark disease and
players can't see me
'cause I was never on a team
in the first dream, I ever had
There ain’t nothing stronger than a broken back,
Except crooked teeth in a cracked smile.
The hardest fights are the ones simply lost,
Violently fought,
Which bring death for a while.
I assumed the most dreadful part of losing you
Would be the moment I realized
You are no longer here
With that biting misery of separation
Or the vicious ache
That would come with each memory
Do not lose yourself
Looking for someone to love
You'll never be found
What makes me ticked?
There is a lot of things, it’s a real B****
The main one has to do with sports
It’s like my fire in a torch
I give it everything I got
Plus it makes me look Hot
The crowd is cheering
Up in the stands.
But they don't know the feeling
Of the wheel in my hands.
The tires are spinning,
The people are wincing,
At the terror and thrill of the crash
Around mineLike the morning airDances around myFingertipsAnd let your body envelopeMineLike my blanket when I’m gettingCozyIf you could let me taste youOne more time
There’s a fire burning within
Fueled by pure sin
Tormenting thoughts and soundless cries
Reminiscing on each of his lies
Spring had sprung,
I was on the run.
Looking for something,
Searching for someone.
Your eyes met mine,
Like the freeze of time.
In that defining moment,
I decided you'd be mine.
You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
You make me want to hate good bye.
You make me love,
You make me free,
But most of all you make me me.
If I have to lose something,
I'd rather not have had it in the first place
If it can get up and go
Why keep it?
Why put myself in a position to be penetracted by hurt?
If I can keep it, I want it forever
To you,
Nothing more than a simple brown
And then hidden behind those black rims you despise,
Yet those are the only eyes that keep me on the ground.
You hate going outside,
And though I've abide to this,
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
It's been about three weeks now,
And I'm starting to feel better.
Not waiting on you,
Has helped pull me together.
But I saw your picture today—
Your smile, so heavenly—
And I got lost in it.
Drama queen
You cause a scene
Just shut up!
No one cares about your shoes
Or who’s your boo
Being ridiculous
Is what you do best.
Stop talking please
Do it for me
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you
One Adrian Malobolgia
He’s the son of the devil
He lives here, in queens, on the roof of 14172 85th road
