Confession .27. Like The Air I Breathe, I Let You In…

You can be my guiding light
Keep me company in the night
That’s all I need, all I want
Is for you to stay a little longer now
With arms around me, like a border…

I do stupid shit.  Often.

Confession .22. Roast Yourself Challenge

You’re irrelevant
Like Television
I wouldn’t even watch
From a cell in prison…

I’m back!  It’s been a hot minute, but I’ll get to that eventually.  For now, I wanted to go at something that will bleed into my next blog post… so I wanted to approach it in a bit of a creative way.  Lately I’ve seen a bunch of my favorite Youtubers take on NigaHiga’s “Roast Yourself” challenge.  I don’t have the bandwidth or internet speed to get a decent kind of recording for a Youtube video, but I still wanted to participate, so I figured I’d do it in blog form.

Confession .21. It’s Always “Happily Ever Never”

Always gonna fly away, just because you know you can
Never gonna learn there’s no such place as Neverland
You don’t understand…

Yep.  I jumped on the Luxe Box bandwagon.  Now that we’ve got that out of the way…

“I guess I had a naive heart, cause boy, I let you have it…”

Confession .20. What I Would Do To Be Loved

You unfolded your arms and you unclenched your fists
And I dropped all my bags and then on that star I wished
What I would do… what I would do to be loved
By, by you…

Voshie says I need to categorize my posts… so I’m going to be trying to do that here at some point.  Bear with me.  I’m really bad at it.  A lot like when I first started tagging my posts.  -laughs-

Confession .19. There’s No Going Back

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone
Wait for me to come home…

This is either a strength or a weakness of mine… and I’m not above calling it both.  Situation pending.  Once you fuck me over, there’s usually no going back.  I say usually, because of course there are exceptions that prove the rule… however, 8 times out of 10, once that line is crossed, it doesn’t get crossed the other way.

Confession .18. I Hold On Too Long

I believe this is bigger than you and me
You will see the crowd swelling in revelry
I am ready, and if that means goodbye
Then it’s time to fly, into the light
Nothing but sky and the strong battlecry…

I am ready, and if that means goodbye…

… then maybe I’m not ready.  Maybe I’ve never been ready.  Maybe I’ll never be ready.

Confession .17. I Wonder If It’s Worth It

Trying to push this problem up a hill
When it’s just too heavy to hold
Think now’s the time to let it slide…

Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it.  If all the crap I tend to put myself through is really worth it.  I am either on one end of the spectrum or the other…

Either I say “Fuck you” to everything, or I don’t know how to say no when I feel like people need my help…

Confession .16. I Rarely Wear Shoes

We’ll be lacing the same shoes
That we’ve worn through
To the bottom of the line…

“We’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, til our wide eyes burn blind.  We’ll be lacing the same shoes that we’ve worn through to the bottom of the line.  And we know that we’re headstrong, and our heart’s gone, and the timing’s never right.  But for now let’s get away on a Roman holiday.”

Confession .15. I Am Not My Father

It’s hard to love the devil, He’s a hater
A dirty hypocrite, manipulator
Made a mama lose her kids
Made her go away for seventeen years
Not allowed to shed a tear
Growing up with all your phobic fears…

“But people tell me I’m just like my Daddy…”

“Ok then, Mitch…”

My mother says it to me because she knows it hurts.  3 words.  You wouldn’t think three words could hurt that much, especially when they seem so… ordinary.  But she does it on purpose.  Half the time she does it as a joke, when I’m being a smartass, because she knows it will make me laugh.

But the other times?

Confession .14. The Sun Will Always Shine

Look at me, really look at me
Heart of a champion, eyes that have seen
Murder on my street, death on my block
Cops that be more criminal than cop…

“I see one shot, two shot, three shot, four.  Daddy, I can’t take no more…”

I warned you all on Facebook to start expecting a string of Empire songs from the back half of season 2 to riddle my upcoming blog posts.  I ADORE a vast majority of the music (with the exception of anything Tianna [Serayah] did) from this part of the season, and so it’s definitely enough musical fuel to keep me going for a bit.