A, always absencent and afraid D, in such distaste; A, for anger- absoloute & M, cuz mans a ****** Waste:
Is this a written name? Of this friend or potential lover How he Reels this unique pain, Too bad he wont discover: That I'm the one whos truth's attentive Not the one with words incentive- Take ownership, & be repentive Your minds absolutely unretentive.
I don't believe that you have this gift To heal and unlock a Better version of whoever you think you are- What you've been given, you must shift Enjoying that fake xannax bar?
A lthough you hurt D ont hurt me too A lways iconsiderate- M anipulated too.
A man disrespected me and i dont tollerate that from little *******
You thought, this life's a game of chess And you're the queen of this play And everyone else is nothing more than a pawn Who's only there to die for your victory... But you never cared for those little hearts inside those walking pawns Which always craved to get embraced But fell for your tricks of use and throw...
You're the grandmaster of this game So you caught another pawn out of me Played with my emotions, manipulated my empathy And you hid behind my back to escape that battlefield But I understood your tricks the moment you made potions out of my riddled heart..!
And now that I've realized your true intentions I won't be that pawn for you anymore Your manipulation won't work on me And the armor that safeguarded you won't protect you any longer... But I'm not saying, you'll stay unarmed in this game After all, you're the queen of chess And I'm pretty sure, you'll catch another pawn out of someone/somewhere..!
It all repeats The same pain Cutting to the bone Sinking hooks The same people Holding blades Holding on while you fall To your knees Draining your blood And drinking deeply Till the next victim Let's down their guard.
no more fixing bindra no more fixing pramod i will no longer tend to the dumpster fire that is their ego
the little things they do still pulls the strings of my heart you want my will to be your puppet and i want yours to be mine whatever makes you feel "safe" whatever makes me feel "safe" is whatever makes us in control
you are as broken as you have broken me i no longer want to fix you i want you to respond to my every demand i want to manipulate you like you have manipulated me
i no longer want to destroy such evil i simply want to turn the tables i want to restore balance and give myself room to breathe because lord knows i'd be a better tyrant than you
i'm on my villain arc (setting boundaries) biting at the hand that feeds me because I was supposed to be the baby! you were supposed to baby me! when all i did was baby you!
i wanted to be your baby i wanted to be your baby so bad
but look at what you do to babies
i am no alchemist i cannot turn monster into human simply, i can keep it under control a muzzle to the rabid dog
your words bite into my heart as i bite into your arm if it bleeds, i wonder if you'll think when you stare at the wound
You the shepherd, you the abattoir, you the quiet, you the roaring sea. I, your dulcet lamb pure and credulous in nature.
Unbeknownst to me, I followed you to the slaughter house there you would take all of me. My heart, my soul, the clay that formed my being.
Strung up on your thread only to be cut down once you had taken everything you wanted from me. Because what would be bread without meat?
I felt the cold sweet solitude of the mezzanine floor finally I could truly be at peace watching the crimson from my flesh and bones seep into the earth-like soil welcoming the rain after a year of parchedness.