Selves

And just like that, you fall flat, becoming unstable, incapable of accepting shit for what it is, you make me sad, you make me mad, you break my heart, time and time again, never giving me time to heal from the last encounter we were in, I try to understand but damn you make it hard, loving me, keeping me, then breaking my heart, I’m tired, feeling mistreated, you so needy, like you need me, but then treat me as if I’m made to break you, you either want rescues with healthy shelters, or abandoned and solely damages, loving the way she handles you, hating the way you manage shit, fuck let’s talk about.

How you switch up, because you want to be in love, but you a fool cause you unsure, you implore don’t break my heart, want to explore how yours endures, but tell her how yo shit is broken, tell her what’s the real deal, smile that will save your life, make you think twice, but sinister underneath the decor.

Unhealthy little bastard you are , right? Stay up another night, thinking about how your not right, refusing to goto sleep, no tears, no weep, no fear, just feel, empty.

I would never let her drown, love having her around, I meant it, sick to the stomach, I meant, cross my heart I love her, I meant it, believing she’s my one, I meant it, never realize how broken I am until I try to fix it.