quitting

sometimes i feel like
i can't breathe.

simple, starving to be safe

inspiration-- it's crazy. it comes and goes. i sat in my room itching for some creativity. i was craving for the release. for awhile now i've been having random ideas to express myself creatively.. i guess you can say i've been inspired. it felt good and it was also refreshing to be able to get it all out. hah, right when i got the text from becky to go to her house i felt this big... relief. i finally felt at ease.

now i'm tired.. the rush is gone. need more spark for my fire.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way."
--Pablo Neruda

first love

this is when i fell in love with hip hop..

we're gonna make it that's forsure
if you're stressed then let it go..

i really know how it feels to be stressed out, stressed out
when you're face to face with your adversity
i really know how it feels to be stressed out, stressed out
we're gonna make this thing work out eventually...

REAL HIP HOP-- none of that rap shit on the radio
turn off the radio!

shrug

negative..
gotta keep the positive


what the fuck am i doing?
it's brand new.

BERSEEEEERK

the little traces of your scent from what's left on your shirt is driving me....berserk.

i can inhale you like air
i miss...
drowning myself in you
especially
your kisses... but then again
your touch makes me weak
& i can not resist you.

"you're so incredible
deliciously insatiable
my body's burnin with desire
i need you and i want you to want me too..
mental and physically"

respect

is what you lack..
you run around and you speak without thinking
you call me shady because i want nothing to do with you

how is that shady? because i wanna put my feelings first before you?
i think that's pretty shady of you.. you can't expect everything to go your way
that's not how life goes.. you've got some twisted way of thinking if you think
you matter the most. you stopped mattering to me the day you walked away..
now you can't handle me not giving you shit? that's too fuckin bad for you
you didn't want me and i stopped wanting you days ago. accept it cuz i'm not coming back
i can't and i promised myself that i'd find someone that could treat me better than you ever could.

i guess what i'm trying to tell you is.. i don't love you.

i don't wanna deal with your childish shit anymore.
i know what you're all about and the person that you will become if you don't stop with your shit.. grow up. i don't wanna babysit you and i definitely can't give you attention when you cry. you chose your path and i went my own way so why don't you understand that?
respect that cuz i've grown up and i've grown stronger and i'm doing me.. so do me a favor and let me go like i let you go... i've gotten to the point where i can live without you and i love it. so respect that. i've got my responsibilities and you've got yours.. just let it go.

live your life
& i'll live mine