𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚, there’s no female that’ll take control of me.
**** her then I’ll leave her, that’s how it’ll always be.
I’m not one to deal with emotions and heartbreak,
because love will never be one of my priorities.

it sounds ****** up in your head, but that’s how it is in mine,
no remorse for you females, no care for crossing lines.
if you don’t give me what I want, I’m not wasting time
because right when I bust, 𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙙, I’m hitting another line.

that’s 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, I promise I’ll leave you when I do,
after a while I’d probably forget about you.

I manipulate again and again, and the sad part is I don’t care
and it isn’t fair, but I don’t care.

It’s your fault for trusting me anyways.
I’ve seen the end from the beginning since the first play
like a game plan, which is all you were to me.
All I had to do was say “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” and “𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚?”

I made you listen to my words and made you fall in love
making sure that the words you were saying back weren’t enough
until you moaned my name on a video and took your clothes off
sent the picture, released satisfaction and took a screenshot.

A **** boy,
A 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖.

I’m sorry that I acted like I cared,
when I didn’t.
I wanted love,
I was selfish and unfair.
When I was broken,
had to run,
although I would never know where.
I was scared
so, I killed...
It was stupid,
but that’s where my mind really was.
It was dumb,
there was only once where I deeply fell in love.

She killed me,
my soul will never be restored
so, I broke everyone else’s
and they never knew what for.

The words I write is not an art.
The words I write is the war between my mind and my heart.
I’m letting my secrets out, I’ve been a façade since the start.
Just tell me how you feel, and I’ll end up breaking your heart.

She will become
a 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆.

I’m not angry at the fact that you took the time to hurt me.
I'm only angry that you'd let me breathe before you killed me.
I concealed away from the untold hearts in my vicinity.
Deceitful, I murdered before they had the deriving thrill to take me.

I never experienced it either, so we were lost with each other.
When you started to fall apart, I put you back altogether.
You used me to find yourself then you absconded to find another,
I’m left desolate, murdering; until I find something better.

My lonely nights consist of blood tears and alcohol,
3 heartbreak reliefs that come in and out of me all night long.
I don’t think I’m crazy for thinking the thoughts of being in love.
I think I’m only thinking crazy cause I never knew how it was

It wasn’t the same for you but that’s just how I felt,
know that you’re already dead to me just like the mask you killed.
My lonely nights consist of scars, tears and empty bottles -

hidden through the night
telling you I’d call back tomorrow.

𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆,
𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕.

𝘼 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣.


2 birds in love, they lived together for awhile
beautiful home and around are pictures of them with smiles
but the home is usually empty throughout the day and it’s pitch quiet at night
well most of the time, just... not when they fight

lost and changed brother, who wanted to give his all
eyes are distracting him from landing his own fall.
running through the space, she hit him with a wall,
a broken arm didn't prepare him for his heart.

it was mental and physical, the abuse that he encountered
he always wanted to work it out, but the screams would get louder
the anger would build, but the sadness would, too
How can the same person say they,
“love you” and “hate you”?

He loved her. She loved him.
but she didn't know what she wanted.
he gave up all his heart, it wasn't the same for her.
it was like their love was stuck in reverse

and it gets crazy when two hearts don’t connect,
especially when the words they want to say don't interject.
feelings always stayed in their hearts, the same place,
and the way they showed love stayed the same.

the boy fell in love, but the girl would lie
the boy wanted to leave but he was already trapped
this is when the problems started to arise,
because he found another boy while he was stuck inside.

He asked him questions, the answers he couldn’t believe
how long they’ve been together, this is how she treats?
the woman who was supposed to be his queen
became another bad dream with sleep paralysis

now they’re getting tired of the beautiful home
beautiful pictures shattered and everything thrown
holes in the door and clothes on the floor
a look inside of the beautiful home that started a war

she got tired, she was bored, she wasn't real.
this whole time, he was head over heels.
But even though, she still left, he still loved.
now she is coming back, asking and pleading for his trust.

Isn't that crazy? Isn't that hard?
she is going from "I love you" to wanting to start a war,
and when you try to fight, she says it's not enough,
and when you try to let go, she says you’ve never loved.

He doesn't want to move on, he’s still fighting.
He doesn’t want to cry, he’s still smiling.
He doesn’t want to leave, he still wants her,
but even though he doesn’t want to go, he has to.

but he was curious about the love that they had,
closure can’t bring him back to where he was, that’s all gone.
baby girl thinks she can come back from all that.
She was all wrong.

Now he knows that he can do better with his heart.
Now he knows that she’s been playing since the start.


𝘼 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣.

𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆
𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕.

𝒍ost in your touch
𝒐penly deciding not to be open
𝒗ariety flunks
𝒆veryone else doesn't matter

An ode to love.

𝒍earning from your mistakes is hard, it’s like
𝒐pening yourself to new challenges, to fight
𝒗ulnerable in the war, we go through desolation in love
𝒆verytime that one special individual is in sight

It's insane, but it’s love.

𝒍ost in the moment since your smile’s aesthetic
𝒐nly wished it was you, but your heart, i spent it
𝒗alued your love, and that i took advantage
𝒆xperience was our enemy, we always took it for granted

We were in love.

𝒍eaving was the only thing i felt was right for you
𝒐r for us, but it never made my love false, or less true
𝒗enerable for all the things we’ve gone through
𝒆yes rained from the sky above and onto you

No, we were not. I was in love.

𝒍earned, forgiven, still reminisced
𝒐n 'til laceration met my wrists
𝒗enomous love, my first and my last
𝒆yes deceived, still stuck in your trap.

I was not in love. I just needed it.