Keep me around long enough.
Just to play me.

Love me enough.
Just to hate me.

Spit venom.
Words do hurt.
Actions now are over rated.
Don’t mean to be curt.
Looks don’t mean ****.
Personality is just as worse.

People can make themselves seem like a dream.
In actuality, they’re a fein addicted to killin feelings.
Something said don’t.
I didn’t listen.
Now my heart is missing.

**** tears, crying won’t change it.
My emotions, I had to hang them.
Tired of being weak.
Tired of the way you speak.

Babe, eat your words.
Bite the bullet.
Kiss the curb.
Swallow your nerves.
Hate my words.

Chocolate kisses.
Afternoon oral.
Nothing left of me is moral.
My soul is tainted and soiled.
I can’t help it, you’re spoiled.

You rack up the hearts.
Kind words slide from your lips.
Hip to hip.
Lips on lips.
This is it.

Who is she.
She is not I.
I shall not cry.
I always wanted that to be me.
Yet, I enjoy being free.
Not being trapped.
Not being suffocated.
I enjoy my dark soul now.
It leaks sarcasm and hatred like a rain cloud.

So for right now.
I’m burning your book.
Burning your lies.
Severing our ties.
Giving truth to your lies.

Taking back what’s mine.
Swallowing my emotions like the devils potion.
Once six feet under yet now
I’m on cloud 115 floating.
I’m high with no smoking.
I’m moving on just like the current of the ocean.

And currently, over you.
and done moping.

So done moping.