Citadel

Changing Lanes

  There is no first or last chance.

I'm counting on when the day that

Residuals become imminent

Cause failure is not vital

They just ask the same thing over and over again.

Try looking that special girl that makes your heart melt? 

Taking that into consideration. 

I wasn't able to make  brilliant compromise with my thoughts and feeling.   

So I switch lanes.

Instead of disbelieving in the hands of dissatisfaction...

I embraced it.

The harsh burning sensation in my chest is majestic.

Even though the soothing tears from my eyes are brutal.

The differences and impulses and your obsession with little things are garbage.

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.

The hugs

The empty and hallow praise

Are just meaningless when I can be with the one I love.

Spitting your fiery words against my emotional mental waves will only make steam.

Steam that I can run away in my own desire because you say I run anyway so why not. 

The idea of freedom needs no explanations.

Contemplating that I would leave and one day beg for forgiveness...

I rather be spitting blood and be black and blue because instead of fighting back

I can paint you a vibrantly clear blue sky.

Love is hard.

I know that.

consistency of urgency will forever be on my sleeves.

That is why I am changing lanes.

To be free from others that wilting the flower to fully bloom.

Averting my eyes from cowards that have no knowledge of acceptance and love.

Looking at the stars to be understood that the world wouldn't be too thrilled as I hold hands with whoever I meet.

Meeting someone that make me see the colors of the world also while see black and white.

I know this will end in a sad goodbye.

My emotions are irrelevant as well as yours.

While I dance that night away, I will know that one day you will love enough to watch sun rise to a new beginning.

But until now I will stay in my lane until I need to intersect.