
so many niggas would rather catch a flight than
to catch feelings
so many missed connecting opportunities
what are you running away from hyphenating to?
vulnerability? emotions? companionship?
yeah it hurts to actually express what the fuck your heart feels
or to lay naked with someone while your clothes are still on
or to be painstakingly honest
about the only pilot you've allowed aboard
is the lie you've convinced yourself of
that circumnavigates
seeking temporary satisfaction
with permanent damage
body counts has never been a thing with me
yet you have to ask yourself
after all the bodies
you've cavorted with
does your soul seek more than all the exchanged energy
random fluids with various joes
i wish i could make you see the worth you possess
i wish i could convince you the only reason worth sticking around
has nothing to do with the stick i carry around
i wish you knew how much i care for you
and yet i realize even if you saw all of that
you might take off on the pavement and run in the wrong direction
because it's easier to pull from the places the arbitrary has kept you safe
than the truth that loving someone isn't always easy
and that's perfectly okay
so to all my frequent fliers cruising the mile high clubs in the sky
from coast to coast
do yourself a favor
when something amazing comes along
& you know it feels right
clearing your landing strip
expand your wings
deboard
with ten toes on the ground
and stay there.
no more flights
just feelings.



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