“you asked me for help, to fix you, to fight against your addiction

i asked you to do things, you promised me that you’ll do them

but promises aren’t meant to last, so here i am, stuck with more excuses

i weep at the loneliest night, thinking that i’m selfish & not letting you do things you love–“

but oh child, it is not your responsibility to fix him.

it is not.

Heartbreak rules
Because love is cruel
We're all taken as fools
And that's the awful truth

Nostalgia dominates feelings in my mind
And amnesia is an open gate I cannot find
I wanna forget about you so bad
That it's even become sad
I can't move on
And that's because my feet are glued on
I'm stuck on you
I can't move on

I take narcotics and cannibis
Because it's you that I miss
Been on it since '06
And for a second, I think it's not a fix
I'm still broken
No longer outspoken
I'm just soaking
In my tears
Drunk off my fears
For all these years

Been so hooked
I even started to crook
I'm a mess, don't look
But here's a book
Flip each page and read about me
Open my chapters and end with my notes
Take a look at what I wrote
Buy my words because I'm broke
But don't give me cash
Just blink your lash
And believe that I stayed woke
I'm stuck on you,
And I said that without a choke
All this is genuine
Just leave me with a win
Victory over your heart
It's pure art
It's making me feel something
So fine!
Please understand

I still want you
I'm still hooked on you
It was unintentional
I needed a break
I came on vacation
Left on probation
The drugs keep me moving
But not away from this situation

You say I'm crazy
But you're the only one that can keep me calm
Take me in your arms
And flatter me with your charm
I know I ****** up
But don't look me down

Just blink your lash
And believe that I stayed woke
I'm stuck on you,
And I said that without a choke
All this is genuine
Just leave me with a win
Victory over your heart
It's pure art
It's making me feel something
So fine
I understand
... that you don't want me back

And I can sometimes feel myself
spiralling down the stairs of your heart
Slowly drawing away from the affection
we once intertwined our fingers to
Like,
Is anything ever enough for you?
My deepest fear was by far losing you
but at this point in time I think
my deepest fear was actually losing myself
through loving you
I drew a picture of my self portrayed as an attachment
beside your being on canvas
That was my first mistake
Being an attachment and not an asset
Being an attachment and not a soulmate
Being an attachment instead of being a part of you
You let me grow onto your skin like fungus
refusing to scrap away from your abuse
in belief that that’s how we’re supposed to be handled
You left me mistreated as if abandonment was the definition of my name
And although I may seem like the stupid one here
the reality is that I was only blind
You played all your cards right
with the all so attractive face
I saw your lips constantly promise me lies
and that’s when I knew for sure that
the three special words that are most often used,
are rather quite abused and in many times by you
That it’s people of your replica who
**** out the saucy meaning from pleasures
and scrap away it’s taste
Both when it comes to words
and when it comes to sacrifice
I gave up my purity
for the desire of your heart and
for the feel of your touch
It’s quite sad and rather embarrassing
to realise how mislead I was
A dog, I felt like, astray
and pushed away
with plenty of dismay
when I thought I was okay
And even though I can sit here today
and proclaim a testimony,
my prognostication is the continuous witnessing of acrimony
When women generalise that
‘men are trash’,
it’s sad to know that only a few spoiled the rest
Because it’s true that not all are the same
but once so much has been taken away from you,
it’s difficult to try and stay sane
But now, as I keep
spiralling down the stairs of your heart
Slowly drawing away from the affection
we once intertwined our fingers to,
I’ll always remember that it was not only you
who had the souls of our girls
but rather the influence of the ***** grains
that claimed they had the world in the palms of their hands
when really, all they were taught too
was the misinterpreted identity
of what a dominating male is perceived to be like

Now that
I have
learnt my place
It is time
To teach
Them theirs