The reason I am so happy:
Your insecurities disgust me.
I deserve the benefit of the doubt.
Your questions are unnecessary .
I feel no need to explain myself.
You’re just wasting my time
& stressing me out.
Call me heartless or impatient, but never dishonest.
You should know by now;
the truth hurts
& I’m not one for sugar coating.
Remember that, before you decide to check up on my where abouts
and call me a liar again,
because the next time you stick your accusatory fingers in my face
you’re gonna lose who you’re pointing at.
The feeling 5 minutes before I throw up stayed with me for hours yesterday.
Empty stomach suffering expired pills.
Grew the courage to drink water.
He knocked, I struggled to let him in.
& how ironic that’s when it all came out.
I spilled what was left of my guts.
I’m tired of the questions
don’t ask me
don’t ask me
don’t tell me
don’t tell me
you love me…
I’m quiet for a reason-
the burden that I have
I do not wish to share
I hear you say you care
but this weight is more
than I care to talk about
the words might come out
I might come across
so if you truly understand
you’ll just back up
that is how
you can show
and I will know
that you really love me
To kiss you
immensely enamored by your lips
slip through into your words
til our souls slow dance
at the verge of destruction.
I want to kiss you.
Spew passion like compositions,
created through confrontation,
call this a battle,
with paper sheets as collateral
that’ll damage your whole set.
I want to wreck havoc
cause chaos, conquer your heart completely,
love you so deeply
that you’ll never forget.
Would you think me weird if I said
That I think I love you?
Would you think me strange if I were to say
I’m infatuated by you
And would you think me obsessed
If I were to constantly wish
I knew what it was like to taste your lips
Would you think me crazy
If I were to maybe
Be writing this…
I don’t like when ppl make me feel crazy for expressing how i feel and for asking questions. I never understood how people can express such strong emotion one day, and then act like they never said it the next. then they have the nerve to get upset when I call them out on it. U said it, I felt it, am I crazy for believing u felt it too?
Hush all that sweet talk, I won’t believe it. Cuz u wouldn’t have to talk if u really mean it. But I admit, it was fun to play along. hope u don’t get me wrong, its not what I’m about, but I’m getting pretty sick of these ins and outs. But I realize I can’t really blame you. It’s my bad. But u can’t really blame me. I can’t lose what I never really had.