You were my Literature.
I loved you fluently.
past tense. see now I've
burned bridges labelled emotions,
just so you can't cross me.
and now i'm heated to the third degree
you know i always held it down when you was out of it
time stopped & the universe slowed down a bit.
gave you all my time and now i'm out of it
Painted a picture of my future with you
but I gotta figure some things out, it is what it is.
step back and leave the attractions where the canvas is.
If you needed it and I had it, you had it.
If I wanted it and you had it, i had it.
That's the kind of bond we shared.
but you tryna turn up every night,
I'm just tryna kick it with you,
lean back and vibe like we two lawn chairs
Now i'm heated, tryna extinguish every fire we ever started
I'm an arsonist.
Burned bridges labelled emotions & walked past them.
Dodged ***** labelled feelings, prayed to God  i wouldn't catch them
You were my Literature. My 5th period English Class.
The one I couldn't wait to get to after Lunch.
And I was the poet you didn't deserve.
I was soft spoken, ripped open
I was subliminal
I was Submergin
I was broken, and I was hurtin
I was naive, without purpose.