My flaws…

I don’t save phone numbers, I cannot be trusted with your contacts, I’ll get into one of my moods and blow you up…

I cannot drink liquor, under no circumstances, I will blackout and not remember anything at all, no mixed drinks, no shots…

I must avoid temptation, my mind is easy at justifying bad decisions, I’ll play the victim and allow myself to be a suspect…

To many friends means to many expenses, I make good money so naturally I spread it to feel loved, it’s imperative I keep a small circle…

No sports cars, nothing with two wheels besides a bicycle, absolutely no drinking and driving, I’m lucky to be alive…

If you cross me, I become the most narcissistic person you could ever imagine, it’s just a natural reaction, I’ve been hurt to much to let it easily happen!!!

I cannot carry cash, I’m addicted to spending it, wether it’s 100 bucks or 4 thousand, if it’s in my hands it’s gonna get spent. 

If you take advantage of someone I love, I’ll end up in prison, to me I would be spending a life sentence living with myself and doing nothing about retaliation.

I love hard, so hard that I will happily remain in a toxic relationship than let my lover slip away, if you don’t believe me… Just ask Jennifer, her name still tattooed on my arm.

My childhood, my early adulthood, from being born until 31, I was just a reckless human being, I knew no better until I lost everything and still managed to drink all day as I wrote poetry…

Religion, religion, religion… I’ve never been saved so why should I save myself, the Hell I’ve been served wasn’t easy to overcome through self-help… BUT I DID!

Defense mechanisms, morals and values, self-confidence, good role models, loving parents, every relationship, etc etc etc…

THE LIST GOES ON,
I’VE ACKNOWLEDGED THEM ALL, I’VE ACCEPTED MOST, IM TRYING MY BEST, LEANING HEAVY ON MY STRENGTHS…

For those who have helped, for those who have cared, you solely have been my support, for Poetry has been my God!