Access to me is a privilege not a burden
Love me or leave me, it’s easy to discern it.
And if confusion has you wanting to do both
Know that without a resounding “yes” it’s a “no”
Access to me is a privilege not a burden
Love me or leave me, it’s easy to discern it.
And if confusion has you wanting to do both
Know that without a resounding “yes” it’s a “no”
I don’t have to be the one
but never make me the two.
I’m not the jealous type
but I don’t play the fool.
I understand a good girl gone bad
so much about it resonates.
This suppressed rage can drive one mad
rather keep it in and regulate.
Yet the moment they let loose
lips full of lies reveal the truth.
Watch how quickly I change
use my words to rearrange
Your whole soul
Because you thought I didn’t know
Behind the smile and understanding eyes
Is a mind that reads between the lines
Had to finally decide
that this good girl is gone forever.
And you all were the catalyst.
So much so that in my heart of hearts
I can’t be mad at this.
You.
Me.
Or even them.
Because I let you think that you were him
So really…I am the bad guy.
Truly a magician.
Watch how quickly I change
and you’ll be wishing you were him.
I release the need for suffering
Stopping time to dwell in the past,
letting guilt and shame sweep over me
Where are my flaws?
I see them all
crouching angrily at the door of violation,
weak boundaries, fear and self depreciation
All the good done with a knife behind their back,
lured by another sad song they slowly attacked.
Bit by bit til there’s little left
and I finish the job riddled with regret,
For all that could have been avoided
had I listened to me, the truth – divinity.
Warning me not to satisfy my insatiable curiosity
the beauty of our species and their depravity.
I’d wonder how they’d break my heart in the light of my love.
I’d ponder the ending, manifesting a betrayal as epic as Judas.
Then grieve, shout and sob whilst clenching my chest.
Shit just hit me like a ton of bricks
I’ve been healing so long that I’m feeling sick
And tired of being sick and tired
All those who’ve applied have been fired.
The turnover is out of control
For a lovergirl who’s out on parole
One one one
One for the money
One for the love of my life
One last dance to the beat and this rhyme
Of melancholy, betrayals and deception
Knowing my ancestors are my protection
Spirit guides don’t fail me now
I’m the captain of this ship
Universe let’s take a bow
Karmic debts been paid.
It’s time to cash out.
this ache in my chest
and water in my eyes
never thought i was good at goodbyes.
could i be less direct?
lay it down with more finesse?
i imagine your love story without me
a supporting role as an obstacle
to the one who got away,
or the one who never came.
because when i did
they were still first on your list.
i image you reuniting with this long lost love
and remembering me as the one who pushed,
or shoved
you over that fence
you so easily straddled
while i giggled and gaggeled,
gushed over you and the door you opened
to a whole new world i was too afraid to discover,
on my own
and alone,
there could be no better guide,
so i’ll exit stage left
love has its own compass
i hope it’s you love finds…
not so arbitrarily.