Higherconscious

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

You were just an illusion I made so that I could teach myself how to find myself.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Self love. That is love. Self trust. That is real trust.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Love is the way I stumble. Love is the way I stutter. Love is the way I sometimes can't find the words to express the tornado in my mind.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Love is the waymy blood rushes in satisfaction every time I see myself in the mirror.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Love is the vibration of my voice as I exhale my 1000 thread count of Egyptian cotton onto your ear drums.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Love the language my mind speaks that no one but me can comprehend.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Love is the way I tune my vocal strings to whichever environment I'm in.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

That was never love. Love is me. Love is myself. Love is loving the way my thighs grind against eachother as I take each step.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

You didn't even break my heart you just started ripping out the very aspects that make me, me.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Oh so you think I'm a nuisance ?

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

My thoughts are so fucking staccato.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Your lies. Are disgustingly cheap.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Man your lies were cheap.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Do I need to grab more wine to get more honest with you ?

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

How do you preach about humanity but in reality you are made of every characteristic that is inhumane.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Fuck love. Fuck trust. Fuck everything that comes with lust. Fuck fame. Fuck blame. Fuck all you fuckin lames.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

You getting bodied by a Twitter nigga bitch.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

You told me I was crazy. Actually I'm insane.

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Can't you handle my heat?

[Higherconscious @Higherconsious2]

Love feels like someone's constantly rubbing hot sauce on a freshly cut wound.