I’m better without you, I know it. But with having a maker, I can’t show it. You can’t fold it, and I can’t touch it. It’s feverishly driven you mad that another man may dethrone you, before the clock ends. And I’m just wild for believing it.

Life gets easier, when you stop giving people a reason to attack you. The very thing that spoils you is my lore to the spoils of war. Dammit!

They always ask if you two are still together, when they’ll give anything to stir the pot and so happen to brake the two of you up. But sometimes your friends are right…what are we still doing together??

It’s never because you’re not cute enough, or your hair doesn’t flip the same way when you first met. I will say, it can be, simply put, that his eyes have changed from a gory pink to a bright summer green.

Some odd years later and we’re tainted in a padded wall vortex. The best practiced miracle happens when you walk away. A cushion that shrivels when I sit, never served a purpose.

A chance spent on luck is a chance taken to a rear side. A penny couldn’t cost me anything but my savings. So why truly is a life given to be but so short, stumped, and taken. A cycle so dim that even a butterfly wouldn’t pass up. Imagine that.

A year to the oath is a year forgotten. Where we stand is only between your left brain and your most used hand. If there ever was a time to run for the hills, simply stop and open the door.

I never stopped to notice my color, until a thin crease in the opposite sex’s eye started to pierce at me.

He picks up what I put down. He talks for me, while I complete his every sentence. It isn’t fear that stops a woman from loving more. But. I can say, it is knowing that she must uncomfortably sacrifice day in and day out.

What goes in must come out, and what goes up must come down..until what brings a door to shut might likely let the window fly open.