Am I being paranoid?
Or is my conscience telling me something?
Mine usually is sync with me,
We don't make something out of nothing.
I usually don't doubt you,
Because I've given you my heart.
But for some reason it's breaking,
And I don't know where to start.
I'm having dreams at night,
Of you being shady.
Giving me vague answers,
Making me forget I'm your lady.
Then last dream i had came with something new.
It came a with the name of another chick,
A chick I never knew.
I asked "would you cheat one me?"
And your response was would i do it to you...
But you know I never would,
And that "hmm okay" never flew.
At least not with me, because it's down right confirming
That I have a reason to be paranoid,
Why my conscience is squirming.
If you are, just know the tables will turn.
I'll make you the paranoid one,
Then watch your ego burn.
Because as i much as I love you,
I also love my fucking self.
And I'll be damned,
If i put myself on a shelf.
If you're not loyal,
Then you can go.
I raised to be a loyal girlfriend or wife,
Not treated like a fucking side show.
I'm here at home, loyal.
I don't party or be social.
I don't really like talking anyway,
Gossipers are too hopeful.
Hopeful to hear that I'm having fears.
Fears of you cheating and leaving me in tears.
Hopeful to hear that we're through,
Because of ones mistake.
Mentally, gossipers are more than i can take.
But back to the focal point, why I'm really talking.
I dare you to cheat on me,
I'll have you running not walking.
First running for your life,
Because I'm coming for blood.
Then running from your guilt,
But you'll trip in that batch of mud.
Then I'll continue to grow,
Because I can do bad all on my own.
While you wither to nothing because the only nurturing thing you had, you left alone.
I will bloom and blossom,
As a beautiful flower should.
You'll die and break,
Like an infested wood.
Your guilt is the termites,
Rotting you on the inside.
Leaving you with a shell,
With many a things to hide.
Your leaves are memories, and they will be of me.
You shed them when you cheated,
So those memories are free.
But they didn't grow to be another beautiful tree.
They're lying at your roots, dead.
This is a major undoing of yourself,
All because your dumb ass "needed" some head.
As you see these memories wither away,
You'll look to yourself and feel hate.
Because you lost a woman you love,
But it wasn't the by the hand of Fate.
It was because you made your bed.
Not thinking you'd lie in it.
You also put my heart in a grave.
Bet you thought "it died, didn't it?"
No honey, it's beating, and beating all for me.
It was beating for you, but you changed that with infidelity.
If I happen to forgive,
Then don't expect me to forget.
You're really actually lucky I didn't get you neutered by the vet.
But I'm done with my warning.
Because I'm not about to lose sleep.
So back to dreamland i go,
And yes my slumber is deep.
