Abused, alone, adopted

"While Sitting in Traffic on a Tuesday Evening”

I guess I'm supposed to give a fuck.

Our home – our sanctuary; burnt selfishly by one

The day is going to hit you when you realize she’s no longer a choice you get to make because she finally chose someone who chose her. You’ll cross paths and she won’t notice you because she’s staring at someone else laughing harder than you’ve ever seen her.

When a backpack doubles as a pillow

I AM

I rarely hold a testimony or a microphone

Gentle kisses, ones that I’ll be missing

You don’t want to explore her mind

PART ONE It’s like we never met Staring in the eyes of regret Seeing you with your face on We journeyed till we faced off Literally in limbo Bending over backwards -how How low can we go before we all fall down and become merely ashes meaningless dust? Falling out over mistrust Holding out Discussions fueled by lust Road trippin’ , road ragin' Backtracking, we got lost on our way Retracing our steps to find out where we left ourselves Looking out for land-markers in the search for direction Trying to blend into a void that goes only one direction Hoping to fill it via the art of deception Masterfully avoiding detection Setting fire to apprehension left ablaze to sway this way to obstruct the views of the other Otherwise known as another PART TWO We operate, we cruise in and out of crews Then we cut to the chase racing to acquire singing in the name of our hearts desire To raise up a chest that cages a heart that can’t even be reached via long distance or spare a minute for local calls or receive texts “Locked up they won’t let me out” cries of the heart that is protected from freedom and hurts to be heard and longs to be seen… begging for airtime pleading to break out and be broken in, put to work to elude the default For you are not alone, you are only lonely hearts chained behind barricades of property and offers claimed for a rate with taxes included and prices that are subject to change…. For we are not alone we are only lonely hearts chained behind barricades of property and offers claimed for a rate with taxes included and prices that are subject to change…. …. signals dropped No longer in range cries of the heart.

Respect is earned. I thought I had earned your’s, no?