If I went to a professional they'd probably say it started when I was younger
Which begs the question why it didn't affect my older brother

Maybe it's just the way my brain is wired
I'm just so ******* sick and tired
Of being so **** sick and tired
Why am I always so ******* tired?

I just go through the motions
All the days just blend together
The only thing keeping me going
Is the hopes that this won't last forever

I can say that I care about a few things
But it'd be only to myself that I feed lies
There's a lot I need to get off my chest
But it's hard when I have to make it rhyme

I don't consider myself a poet
More of an alocoholic with a pen
I get myself into a drunken haze
And spill all the thoughts in my head

You're probably wondering where this is going
And I can't say that I have the answer
I kind of just type away
Until I start to feel a little better.

Did you fall in love with me,
or the idea of me?
Did you fall in love with my heart,
my brain, my eyes?
Or was it my lips,
my legs, my hips?
Did you fall in love with the way my hands fit into yours?
Or the way your name rolled off my tongue?
Did you fall in love with the way I whispered sweet nothings in your ear?
Or how my breath smelled like peppermint?
Did you fall in love with
who you thought I was?
Who I was in the beginning?
Did you fall in love with the idea of loving me?
Did you plan this all along?
Did you fall in love with me
while you were waiting for someone else?
Did you even fall?
Did you even fall in love with me a little bit, at all?

It seems it is illegal to have a love like mine

The police went to question me and of our love I told
and broke the poor mans heart with a tale of love so bold
My lawyer came to give me council and asked me to be frank
I told him all about you dear and the poor guys heart just sank
And finally to the judge we went and I gave him my guilty plea
for it's true how much I love you and how much you love me
I spoke for what seemed days to cover all our past
From the first day we met, until I held you last
Finally the judge called to me and said that I must stop
for the sake of every broken heart from his back to the cop

why does my jaw
drop at white guys
with joggers and
backwards baseball caps?
or at some basic uni boy
who hasn't got it
on with a black
girl yet...
why is it so
surprising to me
that they hit and run
and leave absolutely
nothing? yet they beg
me to stay when their exclusive
bae finds a new party
or some casual *******.