Problematic Adaptations

Over. be rid of you. Take your dirty laundry and hang it on somebody else's line to sizzle and fry. Time after time and you still feel obligated to air your mess, the influential crap that's attached to my name, keep it out of your mouth. Out of sight, out of mind.. But your mind is disconnected and you're very blind by the fact that we may have had something so your words are slipping out or are you pushing with such force ..trying to cause an eruption, as if ill trip and bounce back, forget that. not everyone can pull off that subtle red lip and your lips are worth nothing, no attention or tending because the words they harbour are like wicked storms crashing on the most beautiful of beaches, causing them to be torn apart, blown wide open.. left to two photographs, before and after.. and while the before may be bubbly with perfection the after shot is the one that homes such truth that it makes you want to not remember the wicked times and only the good times, but the wicked is what stands out, steals your breathe but not your words when all the gorgeous has run out. pitying perfection, when idealism wasn't at bay. contemplating the pros and the cons but the cons are much heavier and the pros have their possibilities while the cons.. we'll if it gets worse your already prepared. dancing on shards of glass, your feet are sliced and bloody so don't be fooled by the way the light reflects off of the mess and makes it appear dazzling. problematic adaptations usually are just as close as they appear.