All my bro’s wanna be more than friends,
but when I fall silent, I’m the villain in the end.
Too many thoughts in my head, so I can’t speak the truth;
Instead, I weave lies ‘cause I’ve never trusted a single one of you.

Whispers and rumors
my name on your lips,
So I keep my distance, tighten my grip.
They say I’m the one who’s slipping away,
but I’ve been carrying the weight of their words every day.

I’m the problem, they say, always pleasing the crowd,
But who’s there for me when my world gets too loud?
I’m the one sparing their feelings, putting my own on hold,
Corking my emotions, while their stories are told.

In a world where trust is a fragile thing,
Where loyalty’s a word that doesn’t mean a thing,
I’ve been looking for brothers who’d stand by my side,
But all I find are shadows, where the real ones hide.

So here we go again, another trusted friend,
But when will they stop walking out or leaving me in the end?
I’ve learned to speak less, let my actions be heard,
‘Cause no one ever cared to listen to my words.

Let’s talk about it
how I put others first,
But in this game of loyalty, I’m always the one who’s cursed.

To keep my heart, a man must first be true,
In word and deed, with every passing day.
Respect me always, as the sun doth rise,
And let no shadow in his love betray.

He’ll pay for meals, yet I shall gift him too,
And patient wait ‘til passion’s rightful time.
He must be a man, not child in selfish games,
No other shall he seek, no trust decline.

Let not his friends steal all his time away,
For I must know my worth is held above.
His work and life in balance must be kept,
That we may walk together, hand in glove.

When troubles come, he shall not turn and flee,
But face with me the storms that tear apart.
And I must feel my words and tears are heard,
My soul embraced, and taken to his heart.

Sweet words and touches through the day he’ll give,
And effort shall he show to make us thrive.
For only in such honest, gentle ways,
Will love be kept, and held through all our days.

It’s not the thrill of danger that draws me in,
Not the rush of dominance or the shield of his strength.
I’ve walked the good path twice !
one left me tangled in strangeness,
the other trailed me, smothering,
wrapped too tight in his own need.

I crave space like air,
and once I make that clear,
the so-called “bad” one understands.
He doesn’t always agree, but he respects the line.
Meanwhile, the good man wilts, hurt,
playing the victim in his own love story.

It’s not the edge I love, but the calm it brings,
the way his fierce care meets my quiet peace.
I never asked for a wild heart or a man with fire in his veins,
but I love that he’ll burn miles just to be by my side when I’m low,
while the good man calls to deliver fruit, his kindness somehow distant.

They tell me to seek safety,
but I have it , not in soft words or easy gestures,
but in the strength of a storm that settles, when I need it most.
S.B