Seeking out love like life. So short yet passionate. So up and down yet terrified of nothing. Rubbing my eyes just trying to cry. Told my homie the other day there’s strength in tears. Conversations behind the scenes caught up in the puppet play. You know? That overhanging manhood this or that trying dictate what I feel and say? I’m not holding anyone down, for real, I’m leaving this city one day. Not for warm weather reasons. I know the true climate of treason. In the blazing sun I saw the devil. Inside of me I shift uncomfortably in front of the mirror. Hardly recognize the cold stare leering back at me. Don’t put me on a pedestal. Here, you hold the crown. Feel it? So cold and heavy. Covered in diamonds I can’t sell but would never purchase if I could. Growing up I never saw wealth equate happiness. Long airport hallways with the lingering smell of my mother’s perfume. Nothing to hide in my four corner room.
This pride, man, all I have. I carry it around in my backpack along with my notebook. Pride has something to do with you, I guess. I figure I always felt I had to be someone else to be with you. I've realized that'll never happen. Yet you still feel so good in my arms. In a different world...There are other worlds than this, yet some things never change.
d,r
