Let me tell you the things that make me bad
Every time you fucking speak, I get mad
I don't want a single thing from you
Besides what we do inside your room
Yes, I can be oh so shallow
Not the one for you to follow
That shit ain't cute, that shit is dead
You're way fucked up inside that head
Sometimes you look at me like property
No one appreciates the real me
I don't even have the clarity
You act like: it's all my fault you react this way
You say: you know you're insecure but it will change one day
If only I'd just stick it out and stay by your side
Like something I say could change your insides
And help you to not hate yourself so much
Your inner healing born of our lust
How can you not see that's fucked up?
I promise I lied when I used the word love
True that I lead you on, but from the get you know that was my song
You pursuing me was ethically wrong!
I'll say anything so I don't take the blame
You're #I have no clue in my little game
YOU ARE READING
Pain Lessened
Poetrypoetry about addiction, mental health, relationships and everything in between