Depths

You didn’t understand my love
Never knew the depth of it..the weight that came along with it

You see these words ran through my head countless times
Each time ending with fuck you and your feelings
See you cannot break a person who has already been broken
Break a heart hat has been repaired so many times even the scar tissue has layers upon layers of experience that continues to tell my soul that if nobody loves you just remember that I do

You cannot possibly expect tears from a person who has shed enough to cover the ground you walk on and the roof you reside under
No…that is not possible
I knew that every time you told me that you loved me, those words were meant for someone else
The times that we shared was really spent with another somebody pointing and laughing at me on the sidelines
While waiting for me to get tired so they could pick up where I was destined to leave off

But that doesn’t mean that I did not hurt
It doesn’t mean that I did not leave a part of me laying in the bed while I went about my day.
Left my face in the mirror while I went about the world being nice nasty just because I decided to leave my heart in the trunk of my car

Yet still here I stand…exposed
You can take every layer
Every lie you ever told me and cut it out of my heart
Every emotion you had ever pretended to give and remove it from my soul as it fights until it is left lying on the ground lifeless
And yet some part of me will still live to see another day

It will laugh, cry, smile, jump for joy throw back a couple shots of Crown and keep it moving
And the reason is because thats just who the hell I am
I have gone through a storm that you know you would have never survived

I presented myself and showed you the real me and asked you if this was really what you wanted
Stared at you and spoke the realest shit to you, each and everyday
And only asked that you did the same
Knowing that you would not do the same I still choose to accept you
I seen it in your yes
I heard it in your voice…you reeked of past, present and future lies

And so therefore I refuse to make any attempt to break down and cry

You choose to play pussy…
So how does it feel knowing that you got fucked?