Yes. It is your fault.

It IS your fault that you have flaws if you're not working to change them. For example "Is it my fault I'm an asshole?" Yes. Yes it is. (Don't get all hopeful that I'll change, I'm happy this way.) You're broke? Not "smart enough" (btw, smart enough for who? or what? I never understood that smart enough, cute enough, funny enough etc. hang up people have)? People don't like you? Whatever your ailment, how much effort are you putting in to relieving it? Use the gripe about it energy to do something about it. Stop sitting on the pot bitching and start shitting people! I’m tired of hearing “That’s just me, I can’t change it, oh well,” because it’s a lie. My solution = stay away from people who say that all the time. See… PROBLEM SOLVED!!! Anyway, I LOVE YOU ALL, even if I don’t LIKE you. Peace, Blessings and Prosperity to all.

How Many?

How many lines of wishes for a life of kissing my diamond princess? 

How many verses of "I deserve this" and nervous workings with word flips? 

How many dreams of scenes with my one and only Queen will I have seen? 

How many heart explosions while hardly knowing if it's smart to show this hard emotion? 

How many attempts at writing what's been kept inside me in text and rhyme scheme? 

How many "How Many"s does it take for her to say "I love you Jay" and just embrace the "us" we make? 

- I love you. Truly. -   

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I'm dope

She said I'm dope...

I go beneath her surface and make her feel warm and relaxed. She nods off on me; I put her to sleep. She tries so hard to stay awake.

She said I'm dope...

She's chasing the feeling now. She wants me to take her away to that other world in outer space. She'd do anything just for a taste of a taste.

She said I'm dope...

She drools when I'm inside her. She gives me control of all of her senses. She can't speak or stand straight. She can't feel her face.

She said I'm dope...

There is no longer a "spot." Anywhere she puts me is where I make her feel good from. She says I'm crazy, insane... but she can't let me go I'm too deep in her brain.

She said I'm dope...

She red-lines to my Blue Magic. She gets sick when she can't have me. She needs me. Without me, her life is pain. I have got her open from every single vein.

She said I'm dope...

She's got the kind of track marks no tattoo can cover. I will always be a part of her now. She says I hit her like a train, but it's okay, she wants me anyway.

She said I'm dope...

I think I'll let her have me some more...
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