And so it is fought
Not a war between the head and the heart
But simply what I want
And what I also want...
Between sensation and self pride
With what I feel inside
And the people who say I'm worth more.
But why
Do men think it's okay
To treat me in this way
Suffocate me, harass and abuse
Manipulate and use
And just simply take for granted
All the things I do,
Or try and play the hero
When they know I'm losing a fight
And then swoop in and tell me
They'll make everything alright
But they "don't want anything serious
Cause of work and all their friends"
No, they just want some casual sex
So it's them they recommend
Oh fucking hell, can't you see
You're just as bad as the rest
What you're offering, I've already got
And I like that guy the best
So why are you trying to tell me
I deserve so much bloody more
When I know all you're really offering
Is the same as I had before
So why would I want to move on
From someone I love so much
Even if he's not the best right now
I don't just want a casual fuck.
Do you think I'm bloody stupid
Do you not see what I see
Telling me "babe, you're with the wrong guy
You should be with someone like me"
And hey, just know that I'm hurting
Being used for sex won't cure that pain
You'll just cut the scars even deeper
And then I'll just get bad again.
YOU ARE READING
Beauty in the eyes of a Dreamer
PoesíaThis poetry collection serves almost as a diary of every thought and feeling said and unsaid that I felt the need to write down since I started it. There are also a few random pieces in there inspired by books and songs. It probably says a lot about...
