In America,
We effectively made Will and Jada must see TV.
Entertaining…
But,
It did a little bit more for me.
It was reality slapping me across the face while I could only stare in disbelief,
As she continued to yell for me to keep the name love from passing between my teeth.
If Life is a bitch,
Then reality is her evil sister,
and love….is just their imaginary friend.
That alone explains why I can’t tell you what love truly looks like.
I often get her confused with lust until I realize that she meant goodbye the first time she said goodnight.
Good flight,
On a first class ticket out of my head and into the final destination of my heart.
Or maybe it’s the other way around, I always get a little confused about that part.
Either way I see that love don’t last always, while memories live forever rent free,
And living in denial is just channeling the Will inside of me.