Bond Over Title

“Listen girl, you’re single”
Is what I have to remind myself
But the petty in me wants you to singly Imagine me
With someone else
Licking and kissing the tip
The same way that makes you melt
Im more than just ordinary
Nigga
be real with yourself
Im so knowingly blinded
In hopes I don’t need help
When everything surfaces
As the time we share belts
And even more feelings surfaced ace
 
But What’s the purpose?
Im starting to feel obligated
But our reality makes that worthless
Yet it is only because I understand why u stand
Why our ship of relations isn’t falling quickly thru sand
And is even still working
And I know what my worth is
But I never mind it for you
Because I’m waiting for you to notice
In every little thing That i do
For you...to you
I run
You’re my salvage

But I’ve been here before
So this isn’t my first time see,
You’re one step from meeting the real me and
So similar yet different
If these emotions become emotionless
You’ll become yet another experienced stranger
Savagely in danger
Trying to maintain your view
There’s plenty of fish in the sea
Yet the universe showed me the catch of the day was you
But I am too
Emotional
Slithering thru your valley of a mind
Nonchalantly on a journey
Without fearing the salt that would shrivel my kind
Too kind of a person
I comprise to sacrifice my purpose
My worth is
Love’s Galore
But I suffer deeply from lovers remorse
How can a heart so battered
That can’t maintain an apologies stitch
Be so willing to lend out love cArelessly
Only to regret it
What a bitch
Beware
Im the heartbreaker
Because I always break mine
Too foolish sometimes by tightening the grip
On my own pride



The words I’m afraid to hear from you
That I always hear from myself
“Listen girl, you’re single”
So it’s cool for me to mess with someone else
The emotion got emotionLESS
But I felt obligated
Confidently comfortable with feeling unordinary
Complacent with the thought that the feelings I gave you
Wouldn’t be found anywhere else
So I settled for what you were giving me
Even if that meant it wasn’t yourself
But I guess that’s why Titles matter
Though I am a firm believer
Of the cosmic connections
I am a walking, speaking misconstrued contradiction
And to cover that up
I use affection
I use the value of our connection
after these layers peel away
I hope I’m not faced with rejection
Due to the truth of my beautiful deception