Few times I have given romance a try
As many times they’ve left my side
Taking with them anything they could
Leaving me feeling a fool or a tool
They took my everything
My blood, my sweat, my hoody, my heart
My trust, my smile, my love, my sweatpants
And left me stargazing
I always saw an optimistic future
Of us together, a clear picture
In my lovers’ eyes
Nothing ever tells me otherwise
Cos I’m playing for keeps
With long term plans in mind
But they come with a subscription
With only free trial in mind
In my gallery, exist proof of precious moments
Moments filled with smiles
Smiles that promised tomorrow
A promise of tomorrow gives hope
And hope, hope was all I had
But when tomorrow comes
and the smile is gone
The moments become memories
Memories of an empty promise
And empty promises, tarnishes hope
Now, that said Hope, becomes an illusion
Although, in hindsight
I had imagined the worst possible outcome
Now I’m battling myself to either go pro
Or go home, and home,
Home is my safe place
Cos the pro is commercialized
And you sell your soul for the commercials
Watching sunsets and writing sonnets
Don’t cut it anymore
I just stare at the ceiling,
in the dark, free-writing
Turning my thoughts to rhymes
My tears to lines
Of watermarks on my face,
and my pillowcase
One step forward, ten steps backward
How do I trust a smile, again?
See, trust was a vehicle
That took people, from point A to point B
While I was making plans,
they were taking plan B
And smiling at me
How cruel can a smile be?
How cruel can a smile be?
If you had asked me that question yesterday,
I wouldn’t have had an answer
But today, if you asked again,
I’d write a dictionary

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