I'm hurt
I'm hurt
I'm hurt
I'm hurt
Because I just realized
You were hurt
By someone that didn't deserve you
By someone that didn't respect you
By someone that didn't see your beauty
By someone that didn't appreciate you
All your grandeur, he didn't see
And that was your cue
I'm hurt because
When you were hurt
The only way you saw healing
Was by masking your hurt
Not caring who you gave yourself to...
What you gave of yourself
To all that fitted the shoe
So you stacked them up
In the hideous name of "not catching feelings"
You let them do as they wish
Touch you as they saw fit
I'm not saying there is one without blemish
But how can this pass without anguish
When one is truly supposed to love you
To see a queen live like a peasant.
And not cry to sleep in anguish,
When they're in awe of the queen within.
So many have grappled
On this emerald
That you became numb.
Can you even feel that?
My warm hand on your heart.
You say it was about keeping Her happy
How true is that?
How happy was Kylie?
How long did you keep her happy for?
How long did your satisfaction last for?
He dug a hole
You tried to fill it with sinking sand
Now whoever dares to tread
Is actually walking on a thin thread
Slowly slipping
Into the hole you didn't make whole
You sing "men are trash"
As if they are the ones you didn't give Kylie to.
I'm sorry if this is coming off too harsh
Because I want to love Kylie too.
But you gave her away
Turned a blind eye
Put conviction in your reason,
Camouflaged the tears,
Like putting sunglasses on blind eyes.
You sing "men are trash"
"Men ain't ****
Yes, we make the lyrics
But sometimes women play the instruments
And this, some horrific genre
That we play on social media...
And parties
That we enjoy
With a little bit of intoxication
We enjoy the band play
With a few likes and DMs
We enjoy the band play
You sing "men are trash",
You tell me I'm trash.
When all I'm here for is to love you,
To truly love you of a few.
Not for a motel night's crash
But for a home.
Not for a bottle and some musical trash
But for some Shiraz, soulful indie music and romantic dancing in the dark.
Not to take advantage of Kylie
But to love her too.
You tried to heal
But you didn't.
And I see your beauty
I appreciate you
I respect you...
I see how special you are
How magnificent your mind and soul are.
Your glimmering smile
Your astronomical eyes
All that grandeur,
I see it.
I relish it.
I'm hurt
Because you're still hurt.
I feel like I'm sinking
And you're watching me
Like it's fine because this is the farthest anyone has come in this sinking sand
I want to love you.
I'm trying to love you.
But the hurt you let define you.
Is now veiling what I harbour for you
I'm hurt
Because I want you to stop hurting.
And to help you
I must help myself...
So that I can lift this veil.
For together we can take control of the helm;
Enabling what is meant to be,
Be.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
I'm hurt
I'm hurt
I'm hurt
I'm hurt
Because I just realized
You were hurt
By someone that didn't deserve you
By someone that didn't respect you
By someone that didn't see your beauty
By someone that didn't appreciate you
All your grandeur, he didn't see
And that was your cue
I'm hurt because
When you were hurt
The only way you saw healing
Was by masking your hurt
Not caring who you gave yourself to...
What you gave of yourself
To all that fitted the shoe
So you stacked them up
In the hideous name of "not catching feelings"
You let them do as they wish
Touch you as they saw fit
I'm not saying there is one without blemish
But how can this pass without anguish
When one is truly supposed to love you
To see a queen live like a peasant.
And not cry to sleep in anguish,
When they're in awe of the queen within.
So many have grappled
On this emerald
That you became numb.
Can you even feel that?
My warm hand on your heart.
You say it was about keeping Her happy
How true is that?
How happy was Kylie?
How long did you keep her happy for?
How long did your satisfaction last for?
He dug a hole
You tried to fill it with sinking sand
Now whoever dares to tread
Is actually walking on a thin thread
Slowly slipping
Into the hole you didn't make whole
You sing "men are trash"
As if they are the ones you didn't give Kylie to.
I'm sorry if this is coming off too harsh
Because I want to love Kylie too.
But you gave her away
Turned a blind eye
Put conviction in your reason,
Camouflaged the tears,
Like putting sunglasses on blind eyes.
You sing "men are trash"
"Men ain't ****
Yes, we make the lyrics
But sometimes women play the instruments
And this, some horrific genre
That we play on social media...
And parties
That we enjoy
With a little bit of intoxication
We enjoy the band play
With a few likes and DMs
We enjoy the band play
You sing "men are trash",
You tell me I'm trash.
When all I'm here for is to love you,
To truly love you of a few.
Not for a motel night's crash
But for a home.
Not for a bottle and some musical trash
But for some Shiraz, soulful indie music and romantic dancing in the dark.
Not to take advantage of Kylie
But to love her too.
You tried to heal
But you didn't.
And I see your beauty
I appreciate you
I respect you...
I see how special you are
How magnificent your mind and soul are.
Your glimmering smile
Your astronomical eyes
All that grandeur,
I see it.
I relish it.
I'm hurt
Because you're still hurt.
I feel like I'm sinking
And you're watching me
Like it's fine because this is the farthest anyone has come in this sinking sand
I want to love you.
I'm trying to love you.
But the hurt you let define you.
Is now veiling what I harbour for you
I'm hurt
Because I want you to stop hurting.
And to help you
I must help myself...
So that I can lift this veil.
For together we can take control of the helm;
Enabling what is meant to be,
Be.
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