And sometimes it comes out in broken fragments. :-)
There was a time where I would make sense of shit that didn’t make sense
Since I can remember
I played with fictional characters
Bastards bruh,
before I knew it
dangerous fake shit
existed around my heart and other stuff
leaving me senseless
about not sensing many of my senses
were not operating in sync
Letting all of it sink…
In
A moment I resuscitated
Palpitation turned in to flutters
That quick breath in
Isn’t about what it used to be
the loss of pieces
of me
from selfish emotional blows
Impact
In fact
There is truth
Obviously
but where there is a lot of opinions in a bias assertion
Chambers and chains echo
Hello to you
Goodbye also a greeting
Into a space that remains clean
Yet not frequent as much
Inserted her soul deep in my veins
Kick it like blood
Because she’s my type
rare breed
She went to a school named after Charles Richard Drew
Got that something that makes the WHO
in that old scenario a factor that doesn’t matter
Clatter
Splatter
Volume
Even
the muted moans
under new and full moons
murmuration all over each other
together.
Flymate
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