You spoke so sweet, like honeyed rain,
A gentle balm for hidden pain,
You reached me first, you called me kind,
A softer love I hoped to find.
Your words were warm,
Your tone sincere,
You made the lonely feel less near.
But slowly, like the dusk turns night,
You dimmed the flame,
You killed the light.
The care you showed began to fade,
Excuses built where trust was laid.
You left my words to sit, unread,
While cold replies echoed instead.
You once were gentle, now you're stone,
A colder man I've never known,
You questioned me with veiled disdain,
And made me doubt through guilt & blame.
You made me feel I wasn't real,
Dismissed the love I tried to feel.
But I was here, I tried my best,
While you gave crumbs,
And called it rest.
So keep your cold,
Your distant ways,
I won't beg warmth on freezing days,
You lost a heart that cared so true,
The one who stayed was never you.

Love doesn't hate,
Love doesn't demean,
Love makes you feel wanted,
It makes you feel seen,
Love doesn't boast,
It doesn't condecend,
Love holds your hand,
And is like a good friend.
Love doesn't turn it's back,
And ignore you for days,
It doesn't hurt your feelings,
In many different ways.
Love is there to hold you,
Even through troubled times,
Real love doesn't judge,
Because real love is kind.
So what is true love?
You may ask,
Well it's definitely not something that makes you feel like a task,
It doesn't belittle,
Or make you feel bad,
It doesn't treat you like you're invisible,
Or make you feel sad.
Real love lifts you up,
It doesn't bring you down,
Real love makes you smile,
And doesn't make you frown,
So if anyone ever makes you feel,
That you're not enough,
That's not real love,
Cause real love sticks around for you,
Even when things are tough.

My heart was too big,
That's why you made me feel so small,
Said I was a baby,
When I started to ball,
But letting out emotion,
Is not a weakness,
It's a strength,
And it's okay to cry, to ball & to vent.
So don't you dare worry,
If you're judged for feeling deep,
It only means that you're strong & more in tune,
It doesn't mean that you're weak.
Even if you're quiet,
Or have flaws that people see,
Say to the world
"I'd rather not be them, I'd rather be authentically me"

Hey Mal it's me,
"Oh hey! You mean a lot!! "
But just so you know,
All this will abruptly stop,
After I send you flowers,
Shower you with affection & care,
I'll pull away from you,
& I just won't be there.
I'll leave you on delivered,
Hmm, maybe for a day?
And every time you text me,
My answer I'll delay,
I'll give you the silent treatment,
To take back control,
Emotional mal-nipulator,
That's me to the core.
If you want effort,
Mm no thanks, you do the work,
I'll just sit back,
And let you get really hurt,
I'll treat you like you mean,
Something to me,
And then I'll pull the carpet,
From underneath your feet.
I'm waiting for your text,
But then I'll just ignore,
Play around with your emotions,
And make your heart sore,
I'll say that I'm busy,
And won't acknowledge what you say,
Give you vague short answers,
Keep you hooked,
But I won't stick around & stay.

I've been trying to put myself back together with some glue,
Because of all this stupid ******* that people put me through,
But I realised I ain't broken,
It's just a little bruise,
They're jealous of my kindness,
And that's something that I choose.
They see it as a weakness,
Like it isn't a strength,
But I've been fighting a battle in my mind for this length,
But I'm not broken,
I'm just a little bent,
And I pray to God to be strong,
Although he's probably sick of all my vents,
I've got battle scars on my brain,
For fighting an internal war,
And dealing with something like that on the inside,
Makes you incredibly strong to your core.

They choose to judge the quiet girl,
Say she's the one in her own world,
They leave her out,
She's left alone,
But she doesn't want to be a clone,
Her heart is big,
She feels a lot,
And tries to speak,
But then she stops,
A girl that's ever so very bright,
They try to ****** away her light.
She dreams so big,
That they laugh it off,
They say "Oh yeah?"
And then they scoff,
They take her down,
Just down a peg,
She thinks of this,
And cries in bed.
She wonders why it's always her,
Why these negative things occur,
Many people too cruel to be kind,
Gaslight her,
then say she's blind,
A little care,
Is what they should find,
When someone has a heavy mind.

They smile & they scoff,
Pretend to be kind,
But whisper my name with a crueler mind,
They mock what they don't even care to know,
Plant seeds of doubt just to watch me grow slow.
They laugh when I rise,
And cheer when I fall,
Speak loud in a room just to make me feel small,
A cousin who once felt like a sister & friend,
Now glares like i'm someone she wants to offend.
They treat me like less,
Like I don't belong,
But I've been holding in silence so strong,
I've done them no harm,
Yet they pick me apart,
With jealous eyes & a cold little heart.
But they don't know the storms I survive,
How I'm still breathing, still here, still alive,
Their fake little shows,
their bragging & pride,
Can't cover the emptiness they hold inside.
I walk with grace,
Though they roll their eyes,
I see through their masks,
And sugar laced lies.
They measure my worth,
By their twisted scale,
But I won't let their bitterness,
Make me fail.
Let them stare, let them scheme,
let them sneer,
I'll stay true to myself year after year,
Because kindness will shine where cruelty decays,
And I'll rise from their shade into brighter days.