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When People are in love it shows, right down 2 our smiles and to the way we look at each other. Sometimes I think I’m the only 1 in love because you don’t look at me like you love me, You don’t act like u need me, and sometimes you act like you don’t even care.

So Many things I want to do with you and sometimes to you, But also so many reasons why I hold back. Sometimes I’m afraid to even kiss you, how do you think it feels to not be able to feel comfortable kissing some1 you love, or jus being sweet n holdin them, and telling them how much they mean to you. But the Reason I’m not comfortable is because You’ve rejected me so many times on a relationship that all I expect from you is rejection. And Don’t Get me WRONG, I respect that u let me know that you weren’t “READY” even though your reasons never matched up. And Still I stayed by your side, I stayed faithful, and there were times where I couldn’t do it anymore, and I just wanted to give up on you, but it was only for a day or maybe just a hour, And I always let u know I want you back, and that I would miss you to much if I didn’t have you. Why I still love you and why I still deal idk why yet.

As a matter of fact I do know, I think you interested me a lot, I see a lot of my grandfather and my father in you, Your Pride is Beautiful, and your humbleness is calming, And Your honesty is Greatly Appreciated.

So At The End of the day, you don’t have to love me, and maybe you never will but I do love you, and I don’t want any other man because even though you don’t do much for me, you do just enough to make me smile and I enjoy every moment and any little bit of time we get to spend togethe

We become delusional when looking out
We see only for & against
Go on loading up on imaginary needs,
Interfacing solely with like-minds & choirs.
Some of those choruses may acquire pitchforks
As times grow grim, and disinformation
Clogs our airwave arteries.

The incandescent time has gone.
We are on low burner as autumn arrives
Slowly in whiffs & waves
Chasing summer into shadow corners.

Under the media spell we ignore
What we sow by how
We phrase conjectures to confuse
The easily confused. Our failing construct
Multiplies, diseased parts included,
Around the globe. In Shanghai
The glitzy skyline mirrors our
Glittering facades. There is no
“Human face of socialism” there,
On the make and don’t step in
Front of traffic. The left behind

Are in a bind. Here
We enjoy our remaining clear skies
And clouded government.
The soap operas continue
To fog our insight.

“If elections really made a difference,
They would cancel them,” someone once said.

If we do not pick up on this,
Pick something out of the rubble,
Start anew then those chances
Will recede back
Into the chatter that controls.

They ask am I my brother keeper,so I reply; “don’t I always have my
brothers back in anytime of need”
Cuz if not than how can I consist of him my brother, friend, partner,
but most indeed some one from my mother womb and mainly my father seed.
If there is a mountain my brother climbs than seek me there
If there’s a reason for my brothers tears than know it’s my shoulders
he tearing on
He it’s a war than proceed the battle and see me stand beside my
brother and if he shell fall than it’s I whom picks him up and carrys
him on…….
My brother yes he is and together we will stand tall like the trees
and strong like the gods of Greek and then you can us both, am i my
brothers keeper…

I hear with a questioning ear and interpret with a sickened mind

I am delusional and I love it
I am cynical but I am happy

I sit in solitude and breathe heavy
I sip wine just to keep steady

I want to move but to somewhere unknown
Somewhere I can be with you yet still be alone

No talking just words
No thinking just thoughts
No loving just love
No living just life

Jessica Reynolds, “Just life”, copyright 2009

The reminents of cock stained her breath.
And it felt good.

She wasn’t in love with him.
And if felt good.

She frequented his place for good conversation, good company, and great sex.
And it felt good.

She had no ties, no obligation, no commitment.
And it felt good.

She had money, had her mind, had her creativity.
And it felt good.

She had what she needed yet never knew she wanted.
And it felt good.

Jessica Reynolds “And it felt good” copyright 2007