When Two is Three, There's You. There's me.

So...there are two new women in my life.
One tells me it wont work, the other is in love with me.
One knows me, one wants to know me.
They're both beautiful....to my knowledge, I haven't been in either,
One's stuck, the other I want to stick to.
but this isn't about psyches, personalities (split or whole), or physical contact.
That's a lie. Everything fits with one of those words.
Ambition is audacious.
One's a change, so is the other.
Can new be new if you knew new forever?


Break.

"I'm still riding with my main bitch" - Wiz Khalifa




I can see sounds, feel (physically...literally) them, whats that called?
Synesthesia? Yeah...thats it....Kanye got that no? I'll pass...wait...Hendrix got that? Maybe I do ha. I'm rambling, this isnt relevant.



Right. Break over.

So....these women, one's a trail, the other a journey.
One talks me to sleep, the other wakes up to me.
One fronts like its death, I live for the other's back.
One Needs me. One needs Me.
There's a difference there.


Break.


(I have a fetish for word emphasis, blame Brentwood Academy. Capitalization is power [business, economics, art....words, think on that.])

Right. Break over.

She'd get that...so would Her.
One outsmarts me, the other is smarter than me.
One believes me, the other believes in me.
One inhales luxurious lava, the other inhales me.
One exhales me, the other exhales smiles not susceptible to similes.
One lurks, One sleeps....a lot.
They both woke though.
I dont know much about one, by that I guess I mean a dark past, which is not to say the past is dark, im just not enlightened on the situation.
I know more than most about the other, no explanation needed there, this one has a bright future, by that I mean, I'm enlightened to it. Or with it.
Tick Tock, Heatsy baby...


Break.

(thats what I call myself, long story)


Right.Break over.


They both say....we got time.
So....we got time.
One's the winner.
I hope one knows it.