this is the real yemi

Pleasure turns to the pain,

Of the lessons learned from the strain;

Of the questions burned in my brain.

About weather love is humane in its touch.

These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream.

In the tears of deceit,

Fighting the current hurt;

That kills more than is created.

By the chaos of our intertwined emotions;

Chaotic because of the anchor,

Of EROS’ arrow

Has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation;

Separation not as simple as the distance between us,

My mind no longer possessed by the demons.

That have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies.

The seed of these lies rooted so deeply,

They cracked the foundation of what we once shared.

Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush like a river.

Ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts;

As violently and as brutally

As if it were a child being taken from his mother’s arms.

I’m surrounded by darkness.

But, I refuse to be surrounded by it.

My loneliness like the night air,

Invisible to the eye; obvious to the touch;

Its cold uncomfortableness,

Yet! I could do it all again.

I would do it, in the same skin I’m in.

To lay down and let love die;

Just stay down and let love lie.

No.

No…

Not I!

I’ll stay around and let love fly.

Even though I’ve seen its darkest form deceit;

“Nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet.”

i come here yesterday and this bloody place real cold outside now man. pluss the flight was too long and hot. man we need teleport machines…

its the deal

…its what u think cause of the senical responces u give and the ludacris things u do… yes thats what im saying to you… what is that supposed to mean… i cant make it work all by my self and ur contribution is not sufficient to sustain what we’ve learnt to nurture and quite frankly ur soselfish its destroying all that i worked for… u dont have to tell me i know u dont care i want u to u really dont c what ur doin to this person that ur supposed tocare abt to fuck with love… this is the deal… u need to get

wtf

…rite now shit just botherin me man i aint no where it commin frm but when it rains it really pours homes… is like “fuck u… u aint gets no love lookin boi…” thats all i hear frm every where

thats how shit feels now ike a big blank spacee in between all this mini film that i goin thru i really want the director to say cut like now…