Same Old Song

There’s been too many times where I let my mind and soul disconnect. Like as if it were a struggle to make that or this connect. To my body I showed disrespect. Self care to be aware I’m losing my intellect. Intelligent for the hell of it I inherited my thought process. Working on my life to reset. Like a knife I get rolled but still the sharpest one yet.

Come catch a scar, I can lend a few. No need of a third person to show you my point of view. Color switch my mood swings better duck or it’s tucking you. To sleep but that’s not why I talk to you. 

We’re supposed to understand each other well. But to understand you have to listen and well. My life is like a story came to life I can show and tell. Either that or grab your bucket and just fetch a pale from this well. I’m a open book, a library from this libra you are why I can read you every tale. 

I hear you speaking sense into me. It’s not making sense to me I’ve just been hearing the same old song since the day you did what you did to me. But you’d still do it. They say I need space and time to myself when my head is full of ruins. Literally full of ruins but I built them myself and decided to let you in. All I heard was criticize that’s why the conversation between me and you end. Thinking we can all come together like the nations do but this ain’t the UN. 

Don’t tell me what to do. As a kid a I danced to the rhythm of the beat so I know how to move. I’m not incapable of love the compatibility wasn’t there I have nothing left to prove. And as the women I come in contact with allow me to pick and choose. I would take the same record you playing to me and safely guide it back into its sleeve as it’s been poorly overused.