when my heart was breaking
you came
put me back together
just for you to shatter it
and grind all the pieces

when I felt weak
you came
became my energy
just for you to make me sick
and see me fall to my knees

when you could have saved me
you came
gave me your breathe of life
just for you to squeeze it out
and watch me die twice

before you leave
think about the one's
you are leaving behind

before you lie
think about the one's
who will believe your lies

before you love
think about the one's
whose hearts you are borrowing

before you smile
think about the one's
who find warmth in that smile

before l die
listen to what l just said
above

why have we wasted time
why do l still cry
why do you lie
why have we pretended to love
why do l feel like a ***
why do you run
why have we been blue
why do l feel used
why do you use

an outward appearance?
or an inward experience?
does it define a person?
or does the person define it?
has it divided the world?
or has the world divided it?
is it from my mother?
or rather my father?
does it carry stigma?
or stigma has carried it?
is black shame?
is white yaaay?
does it change?
or do you change it?
do you accept it?
or live in rejection?
is it a social construct?
or a biological classification?

with a simple hello
and a plain fine
l never knew that there was a fine line
between being something
or simply just wasting time
so l have decided to let you go
even if it makes my heart sore
but love is the loneliest place when you fall alone