Fault Lines Read Count : 113

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
Thought she was solid, turns out she was flakey, treated her like royalty thought she was loyal but just plum spoiled and didnt take much for it to spoil & for her to hate me, impossible to build a foundation with a disposition so shakey. A bit Soiled because it was all foiled over one day of being Cranky, at least i found out sooner than later the she was janky, always looking for a way to in cage me, instead engage'n with me, picture her try n to frame me, & label me angry, even before I was done painting just cause i cant agree, w da racial acidity presented to me, and frankly, i think its pretty shitty sadity how she, sided with the opposition and couldnt even consider of putting herself in my position, bet things woulda been different, if we found her sitting, where i was sitting, bet then she would be want n to be heard, and be a bit perturbed if i had the nerve to not only refuse to listen, but acted all indifferent, passive, blame n da victim, side'n with the one who inflicted, "said injury", developed a, sudden case of, selective Memory
dats some Deceptive ass wizardry always reading up on da enemy, but when you come face to face with it, intimately, you betray the 1st infantry. So much for chemistry, but to me, its still a Mystery, how i could still Love Her, Undercover, I must be in Lust with the Misery such misplaced trust, no matter how many times I'm Fucked, I still find myself behind Oppose n Sides, Lines, Tucked, sleeping with the Enemy

 

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  • still monitoring my pages searching for something to be mad at i see, stereo typing.

    Jun 13, 2018

  • Jun 14, 2018

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