If I trust myself, does it make life easier
If I give myself the benefit of the doubt
Would I become superior
If I trust, do I lose
Does the world collapse into
A fragment of the life we once lived and loved and knew
If I’m broken, can I keep
Loving everything I’ve done to me
I change the way I walk
The way I stand
The way I notice things I can’t
Become and everything feels heavy
Collapsing in on my own body
If I trust, do I loose
Every wall I’ve built
If I trust, do I lose
What I made myself into
If I trust myself instead of you
Would I lose myself to guilt
Everything I have
Everything I built
Will my world all fall apart
Again
Thank you for loving me through my worst
I know it hurts
Thank you for caring thank you for sharing
Thank you for listening
Thank you for not turning your back on me
Thank you for not leaving and thank you for not stopping in believing in me
Thank you for taking risk
Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt and not leaving when you truly wanted out
Thank you for not giving up on me even when I gave solid reasoning to do so. I cherish everyone who still rocking with me through the times of tears, fears, frustrations, and hesitations !
And everyone’s beautiful
When they get bare and honest
There’s a softness to each of them
A crafty humanity, some marks, some scars
Hurt behind vanity
Dreams and buried hopes
Passion disguised as smoke
When you peel away layers
And unbolt the barriers
Everyone I find irritating
is beautiful
Here we go again but with someone new
Nothing against you it's just I've had a few
I wonder what's going to be different about you
Those may be your thoughts about me too
I have to give you the benefit of the doubt
Allow time to past to see what your about
I'm tired of starting over but I want to try again
I'm going to eventually find what I want in a friend
When it comes to cultivation I might seem a bit slow
I'll try not to over water so our friendship can grow
Different mistakes taught me so much in the past
Even with a new friendship don't move too fast
Instead of searching I waited and you found me
I hope this new friendship is everything I want it to be
Ordinary days, just like before,
No one knows the feeling of being ignored.
It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast,
In every way, giving the heart a blast.
That someone is too far from reality,
The impossible hits differently.
Too good to be true to notice,
Even in the smallest way, there's no space.
It’s always you that gives a butterfly.
It’s you that brings a fast-forward to imply.
Gives the benefit of the doubt to try,
Risking something just to be with you and cry.
You’re my “what ifs” sometimes,
And also, you’re my “at least” every time.
It’s better to give a little shot,
Than to give the negative and make a plot.
I would like to be charitable
Give you the benefit of the doubt
But your bullying ways have made this impossible
I am flat out of forgiveness now
I saw it
It was clear as day
That it was caught
I didn't know how to use it
What a dangerous thing
The power of words
The feeling of an instinct
Is it true?
How did it come to me at the moment?
It was probably just that - nothing
or God
God spoke to me that day
It felt real
But let's give it the benefit of the doubt
Let's just be in the present
And speak of what we can see
Ask
It's not real
Or is it?
Let's get lost
Where'd you end up?
It was there
Everywhere
Everything
All the things I didn't want to feel
It was as bright as day
I guess I wanted a friend so bad ,
you'll probably think I'm mad,
but i did not check and see if they were gonna be fake
i guess i thought there would be no pain caused
as i rake
up all my pain
and realize i should have seen all the signs of a dagger coming to stab me
in the back
cause all of those secrets and bonds created
have just imploded
i guess you have a knack
for stabbing people in the back
I've asked your old friends
and they all say your daddy issues are
only starting to be amends
even thought now knowing wat your problem is i
still wonder
if you hate me ,
why you want to hurt me,
like what did I do to you
to deserve such a painful relationship with you
and why did you betray me like this
oh wait i know cause your a fake friend
with a fake heart
but i realize that
I've gotta give you the benefit of the doubt
and treat you better than you treat others in order for your heat to become real again.
People putting up road blocks
No way to always avoid them
Benefit of the doubt is a burden
Becomes effortless to condemn
Criticism coming too easy if the
System won't align by your design
Exasperation firmly entrenched
When plans don’t fall into line
Our origin story of aggravation
Has roots that are tricky to trace
Making it hard to hold the space
To offer up others proper grace
Can’t change who anyone is
Can alter your own attitude
Lead with acceptance instead
Increasing your emotional latitude
Start to realize instant irritation
Is no longer your default state
The decision rests in your hands
To update how you want to relate
Having a traumatic history isn't always bad
While you're living it, yes, your agony blinds all the optimism
It closes every gate to keep the buoyancy at bay
The worst feeling is to find yourself being the helpless character of your story
The one you read about in those overwhelming novels and watched on tv
The one you sympathized with and never wanted to reenact in real life
But when everything you dreaded; everything over which you gave your sanguinity benefit of the doubt happens
And it looks certain to prevail over your high spirits
It's time you bid adieu to the naivety and greet a much-needed revelation
You have to welcome the enlightenment with open arms
You have to acknowledge it, accept it, and make it the cornerstone of your future ways
Indeed, once this learning shapes a brand new mindset, you'll be invincible
And, this transformation from feeble to fierce will be an example for many!
I have forgotten how to feel;
With each punch even more damage done;
The moments I should remember slowly fade;
Defense mechanism for the ones
who love too much;
Possessing the heart of a champion
battle worn with emotional amnesia;
Emotions erupt with pain
and become embers of an internal fire;
Gaping wounds delay my response;
Muffling every instinct
numb to the warmth of sentiment;
Trying to give happiness
the benefit of the doubt
I enter the ring;
Beaten over and over
barely making it out;
Left bloody;
I have forgotten how to feel
breathing through the pain;
Still my champion’s heart beats;
Determined;
Demanding I remember
the giddy of happily ever after
and the promise of new beginnings.
Never will truly shut you out.
Rather give benefit of the doubt.
I’m Okay With You
I’m okay with you.
Doesn’t matter what you think—
Politically or religiously.
I like you even though we disagree.
I like talking to you about music and sports—
About cinema, literature and art.
I respect your opinion on all things.
You are my friend, and as such,
You will always receive the benefit of the doubt.
You will always be respected, regardless of circumstances,
Regardless of vehement disagreements spoken in anger.
You are my friend and have earned my good will.
You have grown to become the fierce wind at my back.
I say: Thank you, my friend, for staying loyal.
My hope for you is one of good health and good cheer.
And please know this:
There are no eggshells in my garden.
Truly, I’m okay with you.
I was not looking so l caught her staring , at me .
I put two and two together and just like that l fell for you.
It was an innocent affair based on the admiration of souls.
We would just stare into one another's eyes .
I had her back and she had my back?
Like a coin we were one but not for the same purpose. You whispered sweet nothings in my ears so l couldn't listen to my instincts you Jezebel.
I trusted you , gave you the benefit of the doubt made a promise and l kept it , only for you to fool me .
It's all cool like ice forming in Alaska. I learned a valuable lesson not to ever give before receiving .
It’s not easy to be me,
I realized it now, even more.
I trust too soon,
Give people the benefit of the doubt.
End up, hurting.
Betrayed by their nature,
I am like Alice in wonderland.
Chasing an imagery friend.
I want to believe there is good in everyone.
But how could I?
You have more enemies than friends.
It sound so cliché.
But it’s true.
You are deceived by many.
Reached out a helping hand,
When they needed a friend.
To be stab in the back again.
I live in a world,
Where I am the fool.
To trust too easy.
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