I don't want to be your sometime,
Your go to when you are down,
But you disappear after you're done,
Girl.
I don't want to be your rebound.
"I'm settling for now but soon I'm leaving,"
Girl.
I don't want to be your home,
If you're only renting.
If you are not mine to own.
I'll give up the deed then.
I don't need no indecisive cheap clown.
No inconsistent feelings now.
You're holding out cause,
You see no future now.
But sold me to the dream,
Wow!
You're taking it back?
No Walt Disney now?
I don't want no lies,
No false prophets.
You sold me to the dream,
Instead of selling me to your reality.
I don't want false love,
False promises,
False trust.
Not only lust.
I want real love.
The type that makes you fear love.
That real love.
But I'm just your sometime,
Your,
"I'm feeling down,
Can you come around then I'm leaving,"
Girl.
I'm just a rebound,
Your now-a-later,
Your free tour.
Your lust toy.
Your lease renting co-owner.
I am not your home.
Nor your doormat.
Nor do I want that.
I wanted love,
You gave me lust.
You gave me sometimes.
But I can't be a sometimes.
I want to be an all the time.
I want to be yours.
But I don't want no fake love,
No maybe love,
No good for my brain love.
I don't want your definition of love.
It's all games is what it was.
I don't want it,
I don't want your fake love.
So please back up.
I've finally found what I was looking for.
Stability.
Consistency.
I found that love in myself.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
