247. P O E M.

It's dark outside and I kick the rocks
with rock in my ears as the pavement seems to steer
my love into the sunset.
That was hours ago.
Ever since you took off down that road I've been looking
and there isn't a time when I stopped cooking
recipes for your love,
but you just plum forgot to eat.
You weren't hungry even when I went and pressed reheat
and I wouldn't mind if the food was spoiled
but I made sure everything was fresh and boiled.
And I forgot that the world has other people
because you and I are the only ones that matter
to see what is the matter when my eyes swell up
and my tears trickle down
and I can't remember to smile because it's so natural to frown.
And where does love come from?
Where does it go when it's gone?
These are questions I have and I put them into a song.
How am I supposed to figure out when our hearts take a wrong...turn?
and this might burn but that's what we get for playing with fire
and I didn't mind until the flames became higher
because I can't control that.
You thought I could but I can't.
See somewhere along all the hate I cried
from past relations seemed to wither away and it died
and I buried the hatchet by writing my truths on tears
but when the smiles returned the truth disappeared
so am I living a lie or are you living in fear
because I can't see its blurry and you keep trying to clear
the rubble from the diamonds
the ashes from the pictures
and my past and dedication can be found in all my scriptures.
Look I'm sorry for all the things I did
I wasn't aware that me reinventing you would truly have me hid
and hey kid this wasn't the intention.
I need an intervention
I need you to see yourself for who is around you
because my home should be yours
and right now it's everybody's.
I share with four and it's a table for two
and each time you hold me tight my face turns blue.
I'm suffocating and this can't work when you're the one I thought I knew.
If home is where you are
then home is just too far
and If your house is where you stay
then my heart is too far away.
You've shared too much of you
I've stretched too much of me.
Please understand
that I need a savior
to connect the puzzle of Ashley.








I do have to give big ups to Victor. He jumpstarted this poem. Collabos always seem to be better. Thanks Victor.

Enjoy.