Who were you before you now?
I’ll tell you who I was.
Last to raise my hand in class-
Things a ‘good girl’ does.
I’d cry from every bully-
My eyes would trace the ground;
Carrying that stack of books-
Till someone knocked them down.
I didn’t have real friends [at all]
And college never lasted-
But I guess I’ll keep on dancing? 💋
At first-It was for revenge.
I wanted him to pay.
For all the lies and tears [and cries]
My lipstick’s red today. 💋
So here’s my little confession-
I get off on your dismay.
Because as I spin upon this pole-
You couldn’t reach me anyway. 💋
She died of a broken heart they say-
They found her blue; with teary eyes.
The poor girl didn’t see it coming..
She drowned herself within her cries.
A heart that raced-
So suddenly cold and-
Where she kept her soul in..
You break my heart-
So many times.
I don’t know where to begin.
Before we were “us,”
When I am ever sick-
I should have never let you in!🌒
Your words have numbed me.
Sometimes; at least I’d like to think-
Until you break my heart again-
And my tears start to seep.
The trust is now a question.
A question to conditions.
I cannot take the pain anymore-
Please tell me this isn’t remission.
I believe everything you say.
So is it trust? Or am I gullible?
But you tell me you can get away with anything..
So how do I know..?
Am I in trouble?
(Be still- broken heart.
Be still- I wish.)
For the pain that sounds its aching call-
Is not worth it to live with.
(I love you.
I’ve loved you.
I’ve been loving you.
But I no longer feel your love.)
At the bottom of the bottle-
Where you left my heart.
Along with the words that “numb.”
“I can’t stand you.”
“I wish I could just sleep.”
(“Get me this..get me that.”)
But you’re mine to keep!
“Really sick of your voice.”
“Get out. Don’t look at me!”
“Give me a break.”
“I love you baby doll.”
(-But here are my words of hate. )