I challenge you to speak with conviction. To say what you believe in a manor that bespeaks the determination with which you believe it. Because contrary to popular belief, it is not enough these days, to simply question authority. You have to speak with it, too.

 

I don’t write novels, I write comatose victims.
I coast through second grade, and leave a trail of bread crumbs.

"When it comes to putting words together it’s certain that I’m better
Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me
Lowkey, people’s army, yours truly”
~LowKey 

I’m not chiseled from stone,
But you change your tides, with the swing of a knee
"Just taking you in my stride.." You said.
Well stop tugging at my shirt.
Because it hurts to keep following you
Your leading me over hot glass and broken coals
And I haven’t found my sneakers yet.
Kept at this pace, I’ll run out of love,
Before I do blood
It wasn’t quite enough was it? The way I spell love
L-U-V
It was always just short. Of maybe an ‘E’ 
But we’ve been at it like this for some time now
Call me crazy, with my insane attempt
To change this tiger’s stripes.
Don’t fret, though
Because when retrospect hits us
I’ll be able to smile. Why?
You told me you love me…
I know how you spell love,
L-I-A-R 

I’m not chiseled from stone,

But you change your tides, with the swing of a knee

"Just taking you in my stride.." You said.

Well stop tugging at my shirt.

Because it hurts to keep following you

Your leading me over hot glass and broken coals

And I haven’t found my sneakers yet.

Kept at this pace, I’ll run out of love,

Before I do blood

It wasn’t quite enough was it? The way I spell love

L-U-V

It was always just short. Of maybe an ‘E’ 

But we’ve been at it like this for some time now

Call me crazy, with my insane attempt

To change this tiger’s stripes.

Don’t fret, though

Because when retrospect hits us

I’ll be able to smile. Why?

You told me you love me…

I know how you spell love,

L-I-A-R 

I will

Make it through these murky waters. I can’t afford to wait around for you and your forever tempting visage. It all always seems to come full circle, doesn’t it? I find myself thinking. 

Maybe this will be good for me….
Maybe this is exactly what I need….
Could this fill that fucking gap?

It twinges to feel Fate’s sharp fangs ripping through my ass meat.

*Facepalm* I’m a fucking idiot.

I’ve always been better off on my own. Why did I think that could be different?