Promises, promises
Your empty words are such a bore to me,
Your unkempt words just disappear into the abyss,
Your promises mean absolutely NOTHING to me,

Promises, promises,
You couldn't keep
Even if they were tied to you they wouldn't reach,
Just another man that doesn't practice what he preach,

Promises, promises,
Your empty promises are just a gas,
And just like gas they stink to me,
They couldn't hold sustenance in my realm,
Because where I stand everything I say is REAL,

Promises, promises,
Just another far fetched dream,
Your just another man that thinks he's "special" but you are just as generic as the men I met before you

Sometimes my wild soul
Misses the outside
Misses the cold
Misses laying on the floor
Hearing the creaking of crickets
Hearing the rustling of leaves
Feeling the cool breeze brush upon my cheeks
Sometimes my wild heart
Misses the danger
Misses the dirt
Misses the feeling of being alone
No one to miss me
No one to kiss me
Only the moonlight gleaming on my skin
Sometimes my wild spirit
Misses the freedom
Misses the non constriction of the walls that I live in
Misses the feeling of hunting for food
Hunting for shelter
Misses the anonymity of being a ghost

Even if you didn't die when you did,
In the end I still believe that I would've been your end.
I loved you and I hated you,
But we both know I was the one meant to stay here,
And every night when the moon is full,
You return to haunt me,
Like a shadow clinging to the asphalt

Everytime I see you
I feel my smile FADE

I know when I see you
It's another ******* day

I don't understand it
Why you always complicate
The simplest of tasks always becomes a rubix cube of play

I'm starting to feel pre-annoyance everyday
Before I even clock into work I know your gonna **** me off

Everytime I see you
I feel my smile fade

I'm getting so sick of coming in here everyday

No, it's not good enough.
To not be known by my own name,
To only be labeled as "your girl",

I contest,
To not have my own freedom,
To have my wings clipped by your need to control,
To not be able to grow or fly,
Tied down by your own insecurities,

No, it's not enough,
To only be an extension of you,
To not have my own friends my own life aside from you,

I detest,
That I bend and kneel to your every whim,
That I am reduced to begging for such simple requests and made to feel like I am asking for 'too much',
Yet, my body has been only a temple baring the scars of our child's labor,
My own dreams dead only to be an extension of YOU,

BUT WHO AM I?
When there is no you,
When you've taken all my resources all my will to be MYSELF.

So, NO..
ITS NOT GOOD ENOUGH,
To not be me any longer,
To sit in silence as you live your own life..
With me,
Without me,
While I fester in the shadow of just being your woman.. your shriveling extension,
A bending branch in the wind cast upon the tree trunk that is you

Don't ask for my number..
And never call me,
Don't say that you like me,
To never court me,
Don't ask who I am,
Without ever trying to know me,
Don't expect me to open my body,
Just for a smile,
Don't ask for my number,
Just to DM me on social media,
I'm a WOMAN,
Not a child,
Call me like a grown man should,
I'm not temporary like a profile,
Or a password,
I am GROWN,
Not some starstruck prepubescent little girl,
Don't ask for my number,
So you can disappear like my Snapchat threads,
I can turn you from #1..
Straight to 0 when my needs aren't met

In the ivy there he laid
In the ivy almost dead
Stuck to his skin a melting sleeping bag
Next to his hand a bottle of drown
Drown his sorrows
Drown his ache
Set himself on fire to smother the pain
In the ivy there he laid
In the ivy burned his flesh