Even though I exude shifts of Independence I long for some presence Strong and reserved,I have ALWAYS been determined to overcome EVERY battle I've ever lost OR won,I will also fight for those to come But every step of the way has been a brick for stability Loosely packed, I pack my emotions in hopes of some connecting energy To seal the cracks that have been left;Open & Timid to be an option but refusing I refuse to be ANY man's last piece of the day; An opening for someone else to fill,without caring about how it will leave them less than fulfilled I need something REAL;something more legitimately pleasing to mind AND body Who am I kidding? I vowed once before and over again that I'd never be a last resort to ANY man's list of options In any situation, you dont always give what you get. In EVERY situation, I give 110 percent WITHOUT ever questioning reasons I'm finally seeing what my worth is No ore excuses to substitute genuine reciprocation As I release every ounce of myself,dropping my wall...brick by brick Hoping that helping me rebuild is something you would see fit And you would see something in me that you saw as "worth it" and you would stop what you were doing and help me rebuild By putting me FIRST......way before the last Acknowledging my importance before the time has passed I'm left with no support Except empty words and fragmented feelings that break easily, Because I only wished to be as strong as the feelings as soon as they occur NEVER a last resort, Because to you, I'm well-worth being FIRST
