Red Balloons-
Asking what if questions understanding each other... Playing games trying to see what’s real inside. Scared to be mine. The thirst of liquor just so the truth comes out easier. Sleeping in my bed feeling strange after the conversation that changed each other’s views. It was my Q. But I knew... I knew this convo was coming soon... and we would be the two red balloons that got away, splitting ways on birthdays. You can’t tell me I am too good for you and tell me the truth that I knew. I was accepting me for me and accepting you for you. You hated how humble I am, so you spoke hurt and pain to try to motivate me. You see the greatness in me. I promise I see it too! I wrote souls and put them in another world everytime. I fuck and make them come back everytime. I just won’t accept how attractive I am but you loved that it was a bonus about me. You loved my photographs like everyone else and said they are beautiful and amazing. But you never let me take photos of you, what I really thought was beautiful. I wanted photos of you smiling or in my sheets, I know that would bring me happiness every time I seen. Admired my wisdom and intelligence, you knew how rare it is for a man like me to really be this way. Maybe I need the strength in you for me. But now I see. You admitted you can’t bring what I bring. That made my heart sing... not beautifully but another hit song with sadness and pain that everyone understands. How do you think it feels to be told you’re too good of a man for me. And I get the same thing all the time. Another good man alone in the sand. My island alone, drinks more and falling over , face first, hoping it was just quicksand. I wanted to be your escape, Queens land. I wanted you just to take my hand. I wanted to be your escape, Wetland.
But;
Too good of a man, that’s why these days I switch roles. You noticed me.
All the questions you asked me, you never asked what I seen great in you. You spoke loyalty, you loved and fight for the ones you loved, no matter if they were lost souls. I know you were weren’t in the best situations but I loved you didn’t want to give up and you had goals. You know I need the truth you and you always kept it real and that kind of turned me on. Rather its bad or good truth, or even us together just being weird truth; I loved. I loved that you loved to read. I admiring so many things beyond your beauty. Beyond our different, interesting, sex journeys. We both know. Come lay back with me. let’s listen to Erykah Badu, Joe B, D’Angelo, Jill Scott and Floetry. Come back and lay with me ... kiss me with energy and all the soul they sing. But I know at the moment I can say that’s a fantasy. I wanted to atleast wake up one last time to your green eyes. I wanted that moment again with your eyes being my sunrise; Another fantasy.
Truth,
I knew this convo was coming soon... I knew. Sleeping in my bed feeling strange after the conversation that changed each other’s views. It was my Q.
I knew... we would be the two red balloons that got away, splitting ways on birthdays.
“The Mind of Lorenzo”
Friends we are. Tough now, worth it later. From one strong soul to another. We shall test the strength within. Fun now, long friends later.