The madness continues…

Throwing rocks when I live in a glass house myself, but at least there’s bitches dancing on my table tops. I love it when their heels break the furniture. Pick up the glass. Cut myself then crush pills. Your lies aren’t the only things I’m sniffing out. Smashing picture frames. The beautiful ones always fuck up the Polaroid. Shake the devil off. I’m still spilling liquor down the front of my shirt cause I refuse to get a glass. Fuck me hard. I like pain in the physical. Can’t get my pussy no sloppier than my life. My screams still fall on deaf ears. The battle scars on my body from this unholy war don’t heal with time. Too many narcotics in my system. I don’t get high anymore. I levitate. Constant. Keep feeding those birds the little bread you do have. I’m eating good. Soul food. Greens & beans. My pills. My weed. The sun reflects off my glass house. I’m still cold. When’s the last time I broke a sweat? You can fuck me now. I already fucked myself.

The madness continues…

Throwing rocks when I live in a glass house myself, but at least there’s bitches dancing on my table tops. I love it when their heels break the furniture. Pick up the glass. Cut myself then crush pills. Your lies aren’t the only things I’m sniffing out. Smashing picture frames. The beautiful ones always fuck up the Polaroid. Shake the devil off. I’m still spilling liquor down the front of my shirt cause I refuse to get a glass. Fuck me hard. I like pain in the physical. Can’t get my pussy no sloppier than my life. My screams still fall on deaf ears. The battle scars on my body from this unholy war don’t heal with time. Too many narcotics in my system. I don’t get high anymore. I levitate. Constant. Keep feeding those birds the little bread you do have. I’m eating good. Soul food. Greens & beans. My pills. My weed. The sun reflects off my glass house. I’m still cold. When’s the last time I broke a sweat? You can fuck me now. I already fucked myself.

It’s optional…

Pain is always optional. We take what we think we deserve. I can’t be mad at anyone, but myself.

I chose to inject myself with this drug.

I’m not speaking of something I bought on the street. This drug is a smooth talker with pretty eyes & dimples.

I chose drug abuse. It’s bad for me, but I can’t stop. I’m sure I won’t stop until I’m forced to do so.

Wait.

You’ll need me.

Sooner than you think.

Rest in peace.

You two are cuddled up on the couch after sharing your passion. She’s not only wrapped up in your arms, but also the plot of whatever movie is on the screen. You’re scrolling down your timeline & see “RIP TK” on the tweets of several of your followers. Out of disbelief & curiosity, You call around. You sit up.

TK is really gone.

She asks you what’s wrong. What do you say? “Damn, yo. That bitch died.” Or do you cry in front of her? Do you let her see that I still pull at the strings of your heart or do you act like you don’t give a fuck? Or do you even really give a fuck?

I didn’t think so.

I’m resting in pieces now.

I tell you that…

Your heart can break your soul if you allow it to do so. A heavy heart drags your steps & dulls the mind.

10 digits with no name.

I never thought this would happen.

I loved you more than I’d loved anyone before. Never would’ve thought that when you called or txt, it would show up as 10 digits & nothing more. No name. Isn’t it crazy that I don’t long for your kisses… That longing has been replaced with nausea. Never in my wildest dreams would I have seen myself hating you.

I guess that’s the funny thing about love & hate.

There’s only a thin line between them.