She walked outta my life

She walked outta my life like the rest of them...through the door that somehow became revolving over time because she walked back through it...told me she loved me and it was a mistake to leave...me bein me I didn't stake her...I love her...I welcomed her back with a weight less heart...see I'd emptied it of all attention, draw backs, desires and loathing...at first sight, her coming back filled it with a slight warmth...something like a spring jacket in the winter...though over time it turned into something that burned like it used too...something like a passion-ful night in front of warm fire...see I'm something of a harsh individual and as soon as she'd warmed up to me a bit...she slit her own wrists...figuratively of-course...see she beat herself up about bein worthy enough to stay in my life...now me bein me I consoled her...let her know I'd accepted her...though as harsh as I am it wasn't as soft as the marshes you drop in hot chocolate to make you mellow...it was honest and stern...still she discerned the sincerity through the clarity of my person...so why am I here again?...re-emptying my soul...leaving it to shimmer less bold...see she stole my life twice...I hadn't noticed it till I felt nice, like when I empty a bottle of Hennessy or Goose...though I'm not loose I feel like tyin a noose on these emotions of mine for good...hangin them up on the edge of a cliff...because the rift between she and I is like the difference between river and sky...see I've got some questions...why did you come back just to throw me away?...why say you love me to just end up duckin me?...how come you ask me to love you unconditionally just so you can conditionally hug me?...how come loving me causes you such pain and makes me feel like all I've gained are tears?...welled up through the fear I've gained that losing you could destroy me...so let me ask you...why love me?

Used To Be

I used to be in love with love....but love took off like a frightened dove....she used to make me feel real snug....but she left me feelin real untuck....see my dove shoved me aside for an unforseen love....had me feelin shook to get into the next nook....and cranny of a female so fine it's only right to describe her presence as devine....she just shines like the scenery on 42nd street....you don't wanna miss a beat....but I digress from the lameness suffered at the feet of stainless love....yet to say it was painless would be an untruth....see it'll leave me just as uncouth as the one that left me for her undelivered truth....see I used to be in love with a dove I called love because she made me feel snug....

Never Meant A Thing

I never meant a thing to any of you, yet you all said you love me...you all said you adore me though my prescence in your lives is as great as the nothingness that spewed from your mouths as you spoke those empty words...leaving me less inclined to want to posess a heart of my own...life is in the heart where love resides...dreams are in the mind where thoughts come alive...in my case love lives in my mind where dreams subside and my heart is where all my thoughts have gone to die...all the up and down emotions aren't my scene so I've removed myself from them...though today you say you love me tomorrow you may say nay...but it's okay I've sent all my emotions away so they can be slay and buried like a needle in hay never to be found...since I never meant a thing to you I don't feel you would mind if I resign my life away from you and decline to indulge in any of your future endeavours...I just feel it to be the most clever approach to this particular dilemma...I never meant a thing to you all so leave me to paint my life on these black walls where none but I could enjoy it's painful, beautiful and oddly fruitful joy...I'll see you all in the next life but I hope I don't...since I never meant a damn thing to you in the first place...