I tend to forget that males talk a lot of shit.
The gases that leave their mouths are the reason for global warming
You’re the reason for the world coming to an end.
And I bet the Miyan calendar was written by men.
No surprise there.
Mistakes are intertwined in your DNA
Why do you they feel the need to make promises that they won’t keep.
I wish I could be best friends with the 18 year old me and listen to the advice she gave.
“Don’t enter a relationship. Not ever”.
The selfish attitude I had towards myself protected me from my worst enemy, turned lover.
Loneliness was my favourite companion. My best friend.
Loneliness could do no wrong.
If love hurts this much I’d rather turn against love and use all the passion love has given me.
Become a Benedict Arnold towards my benefactor of life and living.
Love is the reason I’m here today.
But I’m straying away from love
and extra change.
The chariot of sanity awaits.
I’m the judas escariot of today.
Turning my back against love.
Maybe it’s me.
The green monster that lives within my river of life and infests my waters with piss that produces a cruel mean and envious creature. A jealous creature.
A greener me.
It is true. Yes. My own insecurities block me from seeing clearly.
Still waters run deep they say.
Try saying that to the green monster living within my waters of life.
Making me think lesser thoughts of myself.
Because he admires someone I’ve always admired and wanted to be.
Her figure so perfect
A perfect shade of ebony.
But still a pauper I say!
The 15 year old me would disagree and say “No! change yourself. Become what the object of your desire wants you to be”.
To be honest, I love me for me.
I’m too lazy to change my image in order to stir this man’s desire even more.
Why should I want adoration and to be admired when I am the definition of that.
He likes bad chicks. Should I Rihanna myself up so that he can get a clapback?
I’m too lazy to impress.
I was fine being by myself to be perfectly honest.
I love you and all.
But we’re not living in an age of bigamy.
You’re reducing the size of me.
I was a bigger me when I was alone.
Love is lovely, but like all drugs it wears off and begins to kill its host.
What a parasitic emotion.
Feeding on its host.
Claiming laughter and applause from the audience before it.
I will not bow before it.
I’d rather have a tapeworm living within me.
To accompany that lovely green monster.
At least I’ll be skinner.
Do you like that?
Of course not.
I’m trying to put you off
You’re cool and all.
But I’m not ready to let you control my already unstable emotions and stir my living waters even more.
I do love you though.
But why do you reduce the queen I am into a beggar by raising up paupers.
You like the best of both worlds?
Well let her be your daily bread because her majesty will not be reduced.
I will not envy paupers when I am a queen.
I will not be the first slice of bread that own but choose to ignore
Until all of the better slices are gone.
Quite frankly baby…