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Sharing a lover

Red haired pale skinned goddess
from no where is now here
A glance exchanged said it all
a performance in the basement
Left me with no one else on my list to call:
The answer to my sadness contained in one man
A man who wouldn’t break me like the others had
Attractions unfolded and friends all knew
That this pair was a match
And fire we spewed
Denied by mouth Over past lovers
The “Un importance” that was blatantly true
So here is where I tell you the truth
I was never yours
Just borrowed
We weren’t a match
But a wick spiraling, in a drawer unused.
Contained in secret
Hidden compartments

the left is larger than the right
If your heart is in the right place
I did you a favor by letting you go.
It was never about satisfaction
Or impatience misconstrued
You thought you loved
But the universe speaks in shapes
Unaware to blind eyes
Blinded by lust of the material
The girl, the house, the job, the band
Lost in tunes
Tunes recorded forever
Blessed by the demon of fortune
Making money off of poetry
That was only meant for me

So I’m trying something new which I haven’t experimented with since I began social networking back with MySpace. I’m taking a break from caring about what other people do with their lives because its taking away from the quality of my own life. Boredom = going on Facebook to browse my news feed or going on Instagram and browsing others photos and posting my own for social evaluation. At first I loved Instagram and honesty I still do, but it has become a bigger part of my life than I ever intended & part of that is because of the people I have met on there. My life has changed drastically just by getting an I phone less than a year ago & joining Insta. I’ve met people from across the country that are living the dream that I’ve always dreamt- to consume and grow cannabis without as much worry of being named a criminal for consuming natures safest medicine. A lot of these people take their lives for granted on a daily basis- and from my experience I’ve noticed that its really a rat race that I’m truly not ready to be apart of. I am very appreciative of the people I’ve met who have changed my life and made my life better in many ways, but for some reason I am having a mental block with creativity and I need to focus on that because its what keeps me going and feeling good. I haven’t felt good in a long while, certain aspects of my life have taken over my life, and I want to change that. I can guarantee I won’t be gone forever an I will get a grasp on things in the way that I want. For instance I want to start my own business that involves being creative every day. I have the means to do so and many others start endeavors such as this with much less funds to get by so there should be no reason why I can’t get by. But having money doesn’t ensure success. I know this. It’s a double headed dragon