Last Saturday.

Pushing me further.

To where I've never been before.

Working on these

Inner thing's

That I mean

So much more

To explore.

But life has a way 

Of making these things so difficult...

Too many moving pieces 

This shit is getting centrifugal...

I have to get it together.

Working hard on my spiritual...

I see it differently. 

Separating the physical...

Cause I've been really

Simply trying to detach...

But love is like a drug.

I'm not trying to relapse...

The look in her eyes

Made me fall to my kneecaps...

And she caps, she snaps.

All the triggers take me back...

I shed tears that night.

I couldn't hold in my feelings...

The anger that she had,

Never did hit a ceiling...

And every second there

Man, it had my mind reeling...

Trying to apologize?

What the fuck am I hearing?

What fuck are you saying? 

Where the fuck is this going?

How the fuck can't you see it?

Who the fuck else is knowing?

When the fuck does "you'll get over it." really even began to start?

How the fuck do I repair the tattered holes in my heart? 

Now I'm standing here crying...

Why do I let you crawl into my crevices? 

How do you get past all the walls?

How do I make the best of this?

How do I start to heal

When I can't find the rest of it?

I have to take the time,

But I must stand the test of it...