No More Mojo – Day 321, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Being around women while drunk and high was a different experience compared to being sober.
Now that I’ve spent significant time away from Mary Jane,
I’ve lost my touch with the ladies.
A problem I’m sure Dr. Morgan wouldn’t be able to fix.
(Dr. Pepper chasing down Captain Morgan for those who don’t know).
And,
It’s disheartening,
Especially when I’m at an open mic and come across such tantalizing beauty I capture with eyes looking for more than a voluptuous body.
“Why?”
I ask myself often.
Why be discouraged by smiles I receive every time I’m in front of someone as captivating as the poetry I marvel at?
No hesitation whatsoever when reciting a piece of mine,
Yet,
Nothing but stutters when I’ speaking to the opposite sex.
Really,
It’s the same thing.
Communicating feelings regardless of how you slice it.
But,
I guess I’m more aware of my flaws,
Nowadays,
Than I was back when I was taking swigs off of Jack Daniel’s Whiskey on the rocks.
A time where I didn’t care for much besides my own pleasures.
A disappointment I don’t want to be,
At all,
Although I can’t help overthinking what I’ll say until they’re gone the second I look away.
No game.
Instead of being buzzed,
I’d let the clock vanish till the buzzer goes off.
Nonetheless,
I try,
Assuming I’ll come across an answer.
An answer I’ll find as soon as I love myself more than I lead others to believe…