You released the soft, poetic, most sensitive part of me, which i was trying for so long to get it released, and couldn’t.
It’s all about the butterflies I get when you’re around,
Though not when you’re with other girls,
It turns into anger, when you do
You introduced me to the very angry, jealous version of me,
You deserve my ignorance
You deserve to be pushed away
I know deep down, I want you close
But your actions speaks for mine
Those poems turned into dispraise
And that love turned into anger
I want you closely away,
Away from them in either ways.