Cover me,

Over the years I have sat back continuously brushing footsteps from my body.
I am obviously invisible because you do not see me when you step there
and even when I scream out in pain you still do not see me.
my sorrow has fallen on deaf ears once again.
and even though there is a trail of what is believed to be MY blood, you still do not look down.
Instead you slip in guilt and vengeance. And as you lay there...it comes to you.
You remember that feeling that you felt under your feet when you stepped there, and you remember hearing a faint scream of desperation....you remember the trail of blood.
As you look around, I am no longer there.
On the ground.
Wiping away footsteps.
Slipping in the The blood.
Instead it is you, alone.
Cover yourself.
Or stay down.  

1 minute of thoughts

I love you. I love you. I love God first tho, and my family, and my friends, but you are my friend so that brings you in third. I love life, when im around you. I love to talk to you, kiss you, look at you, talk about you. I hate you. I love love but I hate being in it. Could I be in love with you? is that at all possible. I dont know you. you dont know me yet we know each other so spiritually the physical was inevitable....who are you? where did u come from. love, where the fuck did you come from? go back. I dont need you. I only need to spread love I dont need to to be knee deep in love with a soul! Not even you, your soul! your fucking soul! soulmate? goalmate? dope-mate? reminisce.