the truth of my heart

Truth be told

All I do is write my heart out. Couldn’t even tell you where my heart’s at, but I can show you where there’s plenty lack.

I do my best, but then I doubt that. Cost don’t matter, but I count that. Subtract when I’m off balance, and I step back. If I need to, I shred callous, and I step up to the challenge, and I bounce back.

There are times that make me angry, the curse words are more than many, time to stop that.

I want to walk the streets of New York, and tell about it in my front porch using hashtags.

I want to pack my head with knowledge and teach philosophy at a college. Maybe establish a name thats solid for the next act.

I want to write a book in France, and get inspired where I glance. Meet a gentle soul and have a dance with no eye contact.

I want to lay in a field of flowers, fragrance bathing for hours and just relax.

Now I’m a pretty sharp Dane, I try to stay in shape, but I don’t run track. I know to stay in my Lane, I’ll put myself back in place, I’ll contract.

I try to stay away from the things I cannot change, and all the red flags.

Most the time I’m really deep, I am the darker of the sheep, and I talk fast.

I’ve seen alot of evil things, some so evil I cant explain, take my word on that.

Between dying, and prolonged pain, and giving up and persistence at play I met a class act.

I was given a glimpse of truth. It was presented with such obtuse, but I snatched that.

I believed it with zero proof, cause there was nothing to prove, or to even ask.

Now im finally living my truth, waited on it since my youth, and it’s like the best damn news that it backtracked.

Living the untruth does some truely rough shit to you, knives in the back. So when truth takes your life back, and pulls the knives out of your back, you finally start to heal cause that’s a wrap.
#writerscreed #truthbetold #wakingup




Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.