Its still there….

That thing…

That thing man…
You know this thing.
That thing that grown folks say it no longer exists.
That if you find it, hold on to it with both hands coz there won’t be any other.
That thing that we young folk say is over rated  and yet we use and abuse it to get what we want, who we want,  when we want it.
Funny enough this thing…
This thing has a mind of it’s own.
You can’t control it
You can’t see it
You can’t say no to it.
But then again  that thing doesn’t take no for an answer
The more you resist is the more you give this thing power.
It’s has a way of making the strong and mighty weak.
The worst and I mean the worst of the worst are even affected by this thing.
This thing….
This thing called love…
L.O.V.E
Four simple letters
One power word
Only needs two souls to create it.
Two blind souls who at first kiss knew that it was there.
Who tried to sabotage it.
Run away  from it.
Fight it.
Bribe it.
But it just grew stronger.
Like I said this thing has a mind of it’s own….
It can’t be controlled.
This thing literally  bind these souls to each other.
Forever connected to find their way back to each other…
All because they got caught by this thing.
This thing called love…

2 a. m thoughts of a broken heart

It’s night like these that I hate most. 

Nights where sleep seems to have run off, 

my brain starts wonder 

and my heart just feels forbidden feelings… 

Nights where I miss you dearly.

Or maybe not you but the things you did.

But then again it could be you that I miss…

But I say it again, I hate nights like these!

Where I yearn for your touch,

Your warmth.

How your heartbeat became a soothing lullaby,

Except now the only sound fall asleep to is my heart shatter.

I remember nights like these where:

Your kisses gave me a rush

The way you held me gave me this high that I couldn’t explain 

we became entwined.

And now nights like this remind me how bad my addiction to you was.

Moments of regret playing over and over like a horrible nightmare.

Flash backs of times where i could have left but didn’t.

I could smell the judgement in the room with just me….

I despise night like these….

They remind me of time where we use to stay up and have the most amazing conversation.

We watched movies and fell asleep during the movie.

We had moments of passion.

Now the only moment I have is my tears meeting my pillow….

It’s nights like these that

I wish I never met you or fell in love.

It’s nights like these that

I feel hatred for you.
It’s nights like these that

I wonder if you feel the pain I feel. 

It’s nights like these that

I could rip out my heart just until all the feeling is gone.
Nights like these are never easy.

Nights like this make you wish you could already see the crack of dawn.

Nights like these will make feel broken and alone.

It’s nights like these that I hate.