You left me for a while.
But you came back.
Moving like a runningback.
I have no slack.
I can’t believe what you’ve made me feel.
What I’ve written,
What you’ve made me do.
I still haven’t truly processed what you’ve made me do.
My heart was broken.
I want you in too many ways.
I can’t say no though.
It’s not good for me.
This is a drug.
But I have to take another hit.
Just once more.
Then I promise I’ll go.
Promets juste que tu-
It’s one thing to say something.
Another thing to mean it.
What would it take?
For you to put it all at stake?
My dream was you gave me you.
But now I know that it’s not true.
In more ways than one.
I stand here in the night,
Waiting for that light.
That effervescent, unavoidable feeling,
That would explain this clear ceiling.
That’s been wheeling, stealing, taking all my feelings.
I’ve spent too much time kneeling.
My thoughts are jumbled.
I don’t know what to feel.
I want to say more,
But I’m not sure.
If I stay, I might become a bore.
I’d rather not be mentally sore.
No, I’d rather feel like folklore.
Unattainable, with a touch of womanly intrigue and lure.
You made it.
You reached that point in your life,
Where you’re done with the worry and strife.
You wished things stayed the same,
Not realizing that it was nothing but a game.
Gone are the days of blasting music from a busted car,
even though you remember those warm crazy nights from afar.
You did things that you now laugh about.
You danced until your feet throbbed.
You fell in love until you sobbed.
You made mistakes,
Which often ended in backaches.
Mais tu as grandi.
You’re no longer that bright-eyed pup.
Breathe in the fresh air,
Ignore the dare,
And take care.
Laugh at the ones before you,
Sit down and watch them stew,
While you catch a breath and take a brew.
Welcome to womanhood.
My friends tell me I’m crazy about this dream I once had.
They all laugh and mock till my foolish heart bleeds,
For the love it truly needs.
I dreamt of a man,
who took my hand,
and told me I needn’t do much,
just get used to his touch.
How could I?
It was all elusive to me.
you see, love never came to me.
How could I just be?
Yet he whispered in my ear,
told me things that made me shiver,
that promised to deliver.
It felt so real that to this day,
I sit here waiting,
for my dream man.
There’s a hypocrite in the room.
Lies are being swept under the broom.
Contention lies here.
Forewarn your conscience of coming near.
They speak of blasphemy,
Yet partake of the forbidden majesty.
They talk of practicing peace,
But their homes are filled with strife, and decease.
Beware, all who dare.
There’s a discord,
between me and reality.
I’m living but I’m really not.
I’m breathing, but it’s artificial.
I keep feeling stuck,
But I have no idea on who to call.
I’m having another sleepless night
There’s a war raging within me.
I keep fighting the deep abyss,
I keep fighting gravity.
I keep soldiering on.
I keep walking on.
I’ve said I’m lost before.
I’ve said that I don’t know where I am.
I’ve said before that I can’t breathe.
What do you think it means?
I feel like crying, but have run out of tears.
I feel like yelling but my voice has become hoarse.
I’m trying to take a deep breath,
But I can’t.
There is a layer of bricks on my chest.
I can’t cope.
You’re apprehensively aroused.
This unemotional object that I’ve seem to become.
woman I’ve become.
You look genuinely perplexed as to why I have become this soulless robot.
As if the dirty thong in your pants pocket wasn’t obvious enough on laundry day.
Avez-vous essuye les jus de la chatte sale votre visage quand vous etes venu chez moi embrasser?
Cat got your tongue?
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned they say.
Hell hath no fury like a woman.
Hell hath no fury.
Huh, It fits.
I’ve got this new joy,
I can’t describe.
And it’s not based on someone.
No one paid for it.
No one showed me additional affection.
There was no conditional love offered.
It feels weird.
Being happy because of me.
Have you ever been here?
I’m a novice,
Tell me you can hear me clear.