This is just some gay bullshit I wrote a few days ago. The part in bold I keystyled because I couldnt really finish the rest. I can feel it there, but everytime I sit down to write something it goes away. Kinda frustrating. I'm trying to make a comeback and get back to my old self and shit but I just dont feel it in me anymore like i use to... something told me to look back... my footprints wasnt there... so i began to wonder what led me here... how could you know yourself if your history has been erased...? how do you go from where you stand to the next place...? so i kept walking... i know soon i'll stumble across the answer... and things will be clearer... i turned once again and i still didnt see her... i cant begin the story... but i can tell you how it ended... you cant build a relationship without trust in it...because eventually that path will split... so i kept walking... today i woke up the dream was still visible... i still was losing you... i still had something to prove to you... but dreams never come true...and they come too late... and you were already away... so i kept walking... i thought i seen you from a distant... standing there with my second chance... but that was just an instance...you wasnt there, so i continued in search of your footprints... it's painful because i'm still feelin your last kiss.. that ended our relationship... i feared to be a romeo and you dared to be a juilet... you threw ya heart to me and i was too blind to capture it... you said my shoulders were covered in chips... along with the tears you wept... and i couldnt careless... we went from sandbox kids to best friends...to lovers, now we are stuck at the next step... scared to lose me to the next bitch and death... i want to change this life with you, but I dont know where to begin... i cant keep walking now , because i just learned there's no answer in a footprint... there's only that past that me and you use to live... it was painful, but we both escaped it... i would never walk it again... but if i had to... i couldnt do it without you... i think i love you... and i only say it because after 8 years what else am i suppose to say... i hardly knew what brought us to a "next day"... seem like i was just using you because i wanted to live... and you needed me in some way.... Well a got blank there and i stopped. This is a piece about an on and off relationship i've been going through for the past 8 years.