CHAOSURISITY

CHAOSURIOSITY

The string is now lit, running from escaping pit, it swallows all thread as it glows, the I don’ts will walk with the do, as the vows unbreak promises are froze, familiar fiance now extinct, who invited this new person that has arose?, no more tickled bellies or twinkling eyes, now theres only left frowning nose, frightened by this new found stranger, while wearing bruises under her clothes, happiness in a brand new union, it seems now has come to a close, Date nights are a thing of the past, her highlight of the day is communication with the stove, breaking a sweat for his unworthy wants, while he plays poker with his bros, often shes alone in bed, as late nights work consist of his hoes, confronting this behavior, get’s her only shiny diamonds and a thorned rose, inside she builds with anger, infront of guest she smiles with compose, regrets sends depression to her mind, her habits changing in abru[ting flow, but he doesn’t notice, since selfish is his only goal, she ponders vengeful plans, that involves him wearing white tag on toe, no children to miss her presence, since sex he has not at home, she daydreams of his every bone, watching their wedding ta[e, wondering where wrong did it go?, she granted his every wish, and her vows has never sank below, she knows better is outside waiting, for her arrival but to divorce his answer is no, he keeps her on a legal leash, because the needed split forces him to share halving whole, it’s not about missing his companion, it’s the bond that allows him to control, after years she’s determined, to take action for once she’ll show, packing her goodbye kit, leaving planted traps behind, for the ending of his soul, in her hands she has one ticket, for the vacation she’s had on hold, swapping places now she’s first, temporarily he becomes second, mrs sweet is now mrs cold. As her flight takes off in air, the relax she craved is known. 

PROGRESSING THE BEHIND

PROGRESSING THE BEHIND

Addicted to the spent time, along with the 3 words that make our hearts be mine, making us unaware of the true happiness that we could find, only if we would make our decisions based not on our emotions but, thoughts within the mind, but feelings inside the heart imprisons all the precious given in time, even after all the sour events begin by squeezing life so tightly that it begins by draining slowly like lime, Our human nature willingly downplays the awful nature of every abusing partners crime, Then we run to our loved ones with much carried embarassment wanting their napkins to soak up our whines, The rain consumes our relationships prior sunshine again they instruct us on responding to the make-up with decline, like broken record we promise “for real” our famous line, always the plan never succeeding the action to resign, this famous question constantly awaiting in confine, the answer being not simple, due to a complication with love during combine, it’s a default in our nature to act on feelings its designed, after the selection usually it’s then we contemplate as we rewind, bringing all the obvious to illuminate after the emotional saturation created blind, outsiders immediately attach the situation to weakness they assign, forgetting we’re only human and perfection for us all is not in climb, experience after tiring trials changes some of us that defaulted before to refine, no more will the “if” “and” or “buts”, get tangled in a confused process resulting bind, though it’s not often enough that we leave this problem in our past behind, as life continues this subject unfortunately for all will never transform to benign. 

KEEPING HER SCORE

kEEPING HER SCORE

Normal in her relation is quickly sinking ship,

She’s Starring into the mirror wiping another bloody lip,

Wondering if this is honestly the last time she will be hit,

How many more times will she have to call in sick?

Every man that she’s ever chosen turned out to be an abusive pick,

He says that he loves her and showers her with gifts,

All these material things to justify his every hit,

The ring on her finger says that she must stay,

The kids don’t deserve her family broken away,

Her mother took the abuse so she’s thinking she should do the same,

Besides, she provoked him. It’s only right she wears the blame,

One day it will get better, for her He will change,

she’ll just buy extra makeup to conceal all of his shame,

Her friends don’t understand they’re just judging him by all her pain,

They only see his flaws but are never there after the rain,

Yes the ball is heavy but the lost girl inside her loves wearing his chains,

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