Unrhytmic Thoughts...

The good ones go... But is that what makes them good? Because it is as if those who stay are those who leave you played. You tell yourself you will never give your heart away... again. But you find yourself with marks on your skin; both literally and mentally. These marks, are bare reminders that you are allowing yet another to get deep; beyond your thick surface hardened by a lifetime or trials and tribulations. You're patient, with this one at least. All the other good ones were let go from the beat. Told them all to hit the street; because its this one you just may keep. Slippin' up as you choose to no longer be discrete. You stop their beats. But she keeps drumming. Subtle knocks at the door, as you open the window to your soul to look out and judge rather or not you should let this one in. You're fearful, you have trust issues... you know there's something there. Something hidden, that you just want to be revealed. You sense extra baggage, your body feels extra burdens as you look out that window. You slowly draw your curtain open... and as you open it more you feel more insecure. Two truths you are given... 1 lie remains hidden... 66%. Through one more 6 and you realize you are stuck with an evil. An evil that is a truth untold. A truth that you would like to know... Or would you? What hurts more, the untold or the mysterious. Hypotheticals. Hypo= the lack there of, against, a little.... theticals= a derivative from the base of a theory. So, I am left with little to no theories about what the truth is in the last and only lie. What is this truth. What is the reassurance. What allows you to open the window... Trust. Truth= Truth, Realness, Unconditionality, Time, HONESTY. A poem ends in a story. A story turns into a tale. A tale remains a tale... A hypothetical. Unless told.