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Valarola Nikola Oct 2020
Why do I let you treat me more ****** up than I deserve?
I've been asked this time and again, and I wish had the nerve,
To say enough is enough like they all wish I would,
But there's a monster in me that needs to be treated like less than dirt,
It feeds off my misery and is only contented when I'm depressed,
Between the edge of sanity and insanity I must have confessed,
This to you at some point, and now it's like you get off on the fact,
That I won't walk away no matter how badly you act,
And yes, there is care and love underneath all of the self-torment,
But it's a twisted kind that feeds off of your dark sentiments,
It gets off when you ***** another chick and I take you back like that can undo,
All of the ******* I you continue to let you put me through ,
But if you loved me, you wouldn't hurt me over and over like you do,
Please can you let me go, or my mom will be burying another child, this I promise you,


You're the worst kind of drug, you don't just feed me with the all of the emotional highs,
But you also reinforce it with the sweetest of words that tell me what I am doing is right,
We've become too entwined in this entanglement,
So let's find a way to turn this into a disentanglement,


Because I tend to self-medicate with anything that's close enough to grab,
And you've quickly become my favorite crutch to lean upon when I'm in a jam,
It's not alright and it doesn't really work for either of us anymore,
It hasn't for awhile, and I've been tired of feeling like your secret *****,
I see that whatever demon is eating you,
Likes feeding off of mine a little bit too much too,
And too long it's been draining me,
Do you not care what's you're doing, or too dumb to see?
Now I can only look up to the stars,
And wish on them so **** hard,
But they don't listen to me and neither do you,
So please let me go, or I'll be another grave in your rear view,
Another name to tattoo somewhere,
If you even care enough to dare,


You're the worst kind of drug, you don't just feed me with the all of the emotional highs,
But you also reinforce it with the sweetest of words that tell me what I am doing is right,
We've become too entwined in this entanglement,
So let's find a way to turn this into a disentanglement,
Sometimes in my darkest moments, I write how I feel in the hope of exorcising whatever emotion is eating at me.
Valarola Nikola Sep 2020
Wish I had some harder drugs to get high,
To get rid of the feelings of when you lie,
Straight to my face,
Who did you **** today?
I know you're not telling the truth when you say no one,
And I should have some self-respect, and be done,
But I've been on this ride for so long,
I don't know how to even get off,
And I just keep calling it love,
But maybe this toxicity just is not enough,
Anymore,
What for?

For all the lies he feeds me about a future only he can ever see,
Because all I can envision is the past and everything he kept promising to me,
Then he handed to someone else on a silver platter while I begged for scraps of affection,
I just want to be free, free of the love he gives me that's no more than an addiction,

It's killing me slowly,
Bringing me so low, see,
I'm on the ground ***** and crawling,
Not seeing the writing on the wall that's scrolling,
Over and over warning me to run,
Find someone who doesn't think it's fun,
To make me cry at night in bed all alone,
While he can't answer the ******* phone,
Cause his wife is next to him,
And what do I have, *****?
Nothing at all,
Who for?

For the man who feeds me lies about a future only he can ever see,
Because all I can envision is the past and everything he kept promising to me,
Then he handed to someone else on a silver platter while I begged for scraps of affection,
I just want to be free, free of the love he gives me that's no more than an addiction.
Valarola Nikola Apr 2020
I am not dealing with these hoes, you want him, have his ***,
I'm tired of being dragged down by his overpriced baggage,
I don't know about you, but I've got too much pride,
For these little girl games, I won't blindly take a man's side,
If I know he's wrong, you know he's wrong, then why,
You in my inbox telling me to **** myself, telling me to die?
Think Imma go walk into traffic, cause you said so?
No I don't think so, this isn't Simon says **,
I'm on some grown woman ****, so what Imma do,
Is not **** him, and Imma not **** with you,
Because...

Real men don't have a main chick or a side chick,
They're proud when their woman's more than a little thick,
And they don't let ******* go in on them,
They protect what's theirs and they defend,
So here's to my former side chick anthem,
Telling all you ******* out there to drop him,

And honestly, let's be real, he's going to call me in few days,
Saying all the things he always says,
But this time, brinnnng brinnng, yeah, I'm sorry no body is home,
The *** you have dialed, has reformed, please press end call on your phone,
Here's some real *** ****, if you think you may be the side chick,
Do yourself a favor, leave, ain't nothing worth it, not even that ****,
He thinks he's worth it, perfection, you'll never leave,
Then why I'm already blocking you on everything?
Because...

Real men don't have a main chick or a side chick,
They're proud when their woman's more than a little thick,
And they don't let ******* go in on them,
They protect what's theirs and they defend,
So here's to my former side chick anthem,
Telling all you ******* out there to drop him.
Corona Harris Nov 2015
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But nobody else will touch you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But nobody else will kiss you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But I'm the only one talking to you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But let a *** speak of you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
I will never say  "I love you"

    ~Corona Harris~
you aren't special
every year around this time he chooses a toy
you aren't special
he's a man with the mentality of a little boy
you aren't special
he WILL lose interest in you
you aren't special
i know all your secrets too ;-)
you aren't special
you're the side chick, I'M the WIFE
you aren't special
he may be with you a few days, a few nights
he's with me for the REST of his LIFE
deep thinking about current and past relationships gave me this...
Becky Littmann May 2014
The mistress of the night
Always appears when the time is right
She knows how to make you feel one-hundred times better than just alright
But with fair warning, don't get at all attached, she'll be gone before the morning light
Vanishing quickly, out of sight
The secret rendezvous is safe with her, her lips are sealed tight
That way nothing is said & there won't be any cause for a fight
You may not have had the pleasure of her company just yet but maybe, one day, if you're lucky you just might!! ;)
For all those who try to keep it on the down low.... Lol

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