Bitter Truth

Franklin Shitaleni

I learned two things this morning, one is that caring for someone is conditioned on the basis of benefit

Two, If there’s an aspect of your life that brings you joy outside that persons perimeter, than that becomes the end of it

I relatively don’t relate to relatives that stick around for benefits

There’s only friend I can relate to anyway…

Hello pain my good old friend…

For a moment there I thought I lost you but we clearly have a bond that would never end…

I saw joy about two weeks ago, that’s not particularly true coz I have no idea how joy looks like…

I’ve searched for her in the thought patterns of authors especially in the love books type…

I hate how you make me feel but it appears you are the only one that actually cares…

Here’s what’s messed up, even if you buy expensive fabric, over a long period of time, it eventually tears…

As far as my life goes, Nothing good has been known to last

I’m a true depiction of a social miscarriage but I know that this too shall pass

I’m the it’s not you it’s me type with potential to kill the beginning of a good thing before it actually starts

The parable phrase handler

Choke a life out of a thing strangler

Take whatever life throws at you settler

All other sorts of life quotes, etcetera etcetera

See I was told to see change even in its absence, oh how I wish that was my next position

There’s only one person on the face of the earth that comprehensively gets me like an exposition

I used to think I’m socially awkward

Until I realized I’m actually forward

I hate company as much I love a crowd around me

There’s a difference, one is deliberate and intentional while the other has nothing to say about me

I got no boundaries, and the ones I attempted to erect are made of plastic bags

What good is a long walk to mental freedom if you simply used prostatic legs?

See I pen down my emotions for the masses to listen

But I have none left except for this emotionally dead images and how their caskets are sinking

What’s the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?…

I would have loved to say I pray but that won’t be true coz the first thing I do is have that good old traditional bantu man yawning

Some people reach for their phones, old folks reach for their teeth, repetition of life becomes boring…

The human in us that fears rejection takes a few likes on our social media pictures online as a warning..

I can never love you enough to fully understand what love is

Plus broken pieces of glass glued together will always slip a leak, I hope you understand what that means

I have met wonderful people in this brief life of mine, unfortunately some of whom became bygones

Love your neighbor as you love yourself is a concept that died the day human beings started to buy guns

This world is no longer good enough to appreciate someone or say I love you without being considered as having ulterior motives

But I hate being put in a corner like a letter stamp, I’m a firm believer in that good old school friendship, that’s where my interior hope is

Maybe I hide my insecurities behind sentences I thought or perhaps I’m genuinely misunderstood

So I keep my ear to the ground for generational life lessons, I’m K.DOT, Damn, 8, grounded like what’s underfoot

The need to be understood comes with expectations and I’m talking plenty

But the joy that comes with the peace of mind of knowing I no longer have to explain myself is comforting and steady

I get it, finding someone that’s genuine about ones emotional state is not trendy

But How do you explain the overwhelming feeling of dejavu like you’ve met this person already

Social inclusion is one hell of a drug, the bastard child of insecurity, it’s there for a while and than watch it vanish

I have learned in a week what many years couldn’t establish

What I keep as a souvenir in my house is the knife that fake friends use to stab others in the back with

Being socially awkward has its perks, i catch on slow like a tortoise, I tear toys of those that don’t share toys, in other words I’m the kid they didn’t wanna play with

I’m not anti social, I’m simply on a different orbit, I roller skate around Jupiter, it’s funny, I don’t trust people, especially the institutions I bank with

It’s sad when you’re misunderstood even by the people you stay with

So there she sat, at the stairs of a media house with little knowledge of what she’d become

And I didn’t plan to react like glue, yet she stuck on me so whatever this is, may it’s intentions be done

I used to think that the concept of love at first sight is redundant

When something is too good to be true it eventually vanishes from you

All we carry are memory filled briefcases, pain and no sense of belief like what an unbeliever would do

What was I thinking? That I’m the exception to the rule?

How could I love you truly if I never knew to love

How would you know that I don’t really love you if you are new to love

Coz even if I loved you truly than it’s never good enough.

This word has been reduced to pleasure and chocolate carbs

How do we claim love if we walking around with broken hearts

I’ve got a drum loud enough to wake sleeping love

I’m by myself but I’m thinking what you are thinking of

I bet if I bought a butterfly, it better fly

This black and army color, took me straight to war

How do you define a feeling that you’ve never felt before

Maybe you’re scared to love truly coz you’ve been hurt before

And honesty I get you, coz I’ve been there before

Life and love are equal ain’t no such thing as a love life

A love song and a song for love, is similar if you write right

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