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How to know you are lost?:
When reality becomes the cost
To reside in peace.

I should send clichés or lovely silly texts,
And what would Her respond withhold,
A laughing emoji and painful nothing next,
Wow! It gotta be the cliché (to over told),
Or Her didn’t notice the most unsexy flirt,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Hustle one or two hands to do a phone call,
I’ll do anything, way before got Her notice,
Whatever, calls are unpredictable,
Hint I’m cute, funny, depressing or banal,
Hope She isn’t busy, sleepy, just not right now,
But not answering and I crying until heaven come down,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Settle, like pics, sending love arrows through socials,
But seem like a creep; having nothing on my profile,
If we’re dating, my page overload with pics of Her,
Go old school, sorry, meant Facebook but it’s lame,

After I did everything then She says,
“I just don’t like you.”

She wishes she’s missed,
She tried to wrap her arms around me,
No, I’m happy without her,

She must let me be,
But the more she tries doesn’t deter
Her. The Darkness

I am a lethal weapon.
A weapon nobody must come upon,
A weapon ready to blow,
A weapon that can **** you,
A weapon that can **** me.

I love you but I’m a weapon.
A very, very lethal weapon.
Killing anything in it’s path and beyond.

I love you but I’ll hurt you,
I’ll do more than bruises
And making your eye blue.
I try to put safety but I’m still a danger,
I give us space but I can ****** from afar.

I love you but I must push you away.
Better to leave you with a little sting
Than to **** you with my hot ammunition.