Listen to your guts
Those wrenching, clenching, squelching knots they make.
They’re telling you something,
You may not want to hear.
I doubted their bubbling ways.
Told myself that all was well
That memories are just playing with bile
But all the while
They knew your untruths.
You lied to my face and it believed you
But my entrails are less naive.
So next time I hear that rumble
I won’t mistake it for thunder
But I will know a storm is coming.
Thanks you guys
You have taught me well
This messing me around shit
Has given me Hell.
Will he reply ? Will he text?
What’s happening now ?
What happens next?
Thanks y’all for making me feel crazy
The last few years are somewhat hazy
Constant confusion , up and down moods
Wondering how anyone could be so rude?
But still I thank you
Because now you see
I too can be a player
Not just a playee.
This karma thing it really works
So lashings of gratitude to all you jerks.
All I want to do is sleep
Because being without you is being stuck to the hands of a clock
I feel every second jolt my core
Time isn’t like before.
It used to fly. Remember?
Just yesterday I floated on weightless sand
Upside down in an hourglass
Then right back up again.
Now it’s just circles.
And they never fucking end.
Will we always slither around
Sliding over barren ground?
Will you always tease my skin
Then turn away afraid to sin?
Will I always long for this
Less than a caress more than a hiss?
Will the sun that heats my blood
Heat yours too and make it good?
Will the skin we shed and shake
Make us more human and much less snake.
Will we ever be rid of this terrible curse
Of being unable, to be an ‘Us’.
What hope have we? No matter how hard we try
Our devious ways will make her cry.
And I’m mostly good ..mostly kind
But with you and because of you
I have dabbled in bold
Submerged my clean slate in mud
Oh but for those moments of bliss and shakes
Will I spend eternity with the snakes?
And if I believe in God will She forgive me?
Why should She though?
I knew it was wrong.
But She gave me these earthly wants
I mean She pushed us together didn’t She?
And who did we really harm?
Is that the point?
Better the devil you know
But she doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know.
She’s a slut you know
She makes them cum she lets them go.
She wears her tank tops way too tight
She wears short skirts.
It’s just not right.
She leads them on
They can’t help but fall
Into her wicked snare
You can’t blame them.
She’s a manipulative whore
A line of suitors out the door.
Her soft skin, drives them insane
A pity she doesn’t have a brain.
She should cover up. Hide her skin
Then maybe our men wouldn’t sin.
Let’s blame her. Let’s call her a easy
Because it could never be that our men are sleazy.
She’s so beautiful and so pretty
It just makes us feel extra shitty
We’d rather judge her wanton ways
How else would we spend our boring days?
There’s a murk in that mist
Those beams just can’t quite make it through
I fell for your tricks again.
I fell for you.
There’s a smirk in that mist.
But it’s not yours or mine
It’s the water.
It’s the air.
They knew it would never be fair.
They just waited for it all to crack.
They felt the light we lack.
I think I hear a bird chirping
But there’s no life here
Like a string broken on a guitar.
The mist is laden with tears
They will go on for years and years
They’re not yours or mine.
We’ll be fine.
This secret we keep
Will inevitably make her weep.