I keep this shit in then at once
I lose it then spark up a blunt.
I'm jealous I put on a front.
I hate that I'm not what you want.
I'm hopeless I don't wanna wait.
Your Mrs. she keep me up late.
He makes you happy that's great,
but I can't shake
the feeling we're tethered by fate.
Yeah I know that I prolly sound stoopid,
but I'm an addict, don't make me abuse it.
You are the drug that I'm usin'.
Can't win so I guess I'll keep losin'.
They say that one day ima find
a woman that loves me just like I love _____
"Cause Hayden, you're one of a kind, and anyone that doesn't see that is blind."Well forgive me if I don't understand,
ya words hit shit quick like the back of my hand.
Cause this chick hit a lick on my soul then she ran.
Now I'm out here movin' different cause I'm half of the man
that I once was, I know it doesn't make much sense.
How the fuck can one girl get the kid this bent?
How am I barely in her world, but she make mine spin?
Got me bout to cop pearls, and I still ain't hit,
I'm sprung.
And I kinda like it.
Bet she'd love the way my tongue feel, but for now, guess I gotta bite it.
Cause she's afraid of the truth, she'd rather fight it.
Acknowledging her feelings but won't ask the question thats behind it.Why?
Why does he look at me like that?
Why does he look into my soul?
Why do I look right back?
Why does he call me beautiful?
Why does he make me laugh?
Why do I wanna talk to him?
Why does this make me sad?
Why is there something here?
Why does he leave me here speechless?
The reason isn't clear, but somehow he is my weakness.The funny thing about it is I know you're prolly sittin' there reading this
thinkin' this
dude is smokin' somethin' strong.
And maybe pretty lady I'm a lil crazy but I know the one thing that I am NOT,
is wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Complicated.
Thơ caThis piece is filled with various short/medium length poems, illustrating the very complicated story that is my existence. I am an overthinker. I live with anxiety, and depression, I am an empath, and I am complicated.