never feel like dating anymore
i don't exfoliate
i don't stay trendy
i don't raise my glow high above my body
curbing my competition, while I search for a rhythm quaker.
i don't lick my lips
i don't swagger my sublime
and i sure as hell don't maintain eye contact
guess that's 'cause i stopped apple picking
and started picking the cotton lint away from my pocket change
I am long distance running away from social constructs
surrounded by gorgeous reasons to live
switchin' and twitchin' smellin' good
With thoughts are on their minds, building dreams, raising standards, maintaing expectations
Without hesitating I thrive to lie to myself
where these periods of growth and change all seem so uncomfortable
i enjoy solo meals
talking to myself because I have a Bluetooth
and monopolizing morning Bathroom time
when i wake up in the morning
i'll examine the idea, staring at the mirror but forgetting what I see, but
there's humility knocking standing behind me stating:
"Wassup joe! Welcome back to the manure truck! Just looking at you makes it full!"
and the naked void of a woman
who follows the sound of inner love
roams throughout my doubts and fears
ushers me out to my destinty
hoping i'll have a nice time.
i don't miss it
while I have Vaseline and magazines!!
i don't miss wrapping myself around the warmth of mutuality
But the lie douses me with Kerosene
in violent attempts to roast the feminine face of God
If I cannot love you
then I cannot love me
To not love me is to not love God
To not extend love
is to not intend love
is to not accept love
is to not be in the likeness of the very same love
that copy cat lesser than men have actualized
no.
i never feel like dancing anymore
never feel the need to watch romantic comedies
never feel like chatting up the chords
for a deeper knowing
the wallflowers all smell real pretty over here where i'm chillin'
though...
I never feel like not being in love
There is always one to spark a flame within me
and never upon another
i might just have to reconsider
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