Line By Line

Yes I've ground my teeth while thinking of this shit
But I've mellowed out while thinking of him with my Little Bit
He really isn't a bad sort, kinda someone that you secretly envy
They may think that fuck shit is still on my mind, but the anger has left me

I've been forced to admit something to my own fucking self
There is so much more to existence than my own fucking self
That lock down motherfucker is a hard headed and deadly ass bitch
I don't think of it as winning or loosing, me being poor and him being rich

I think of it as him walking away with my sunshine, my reason to get up
My reason to exist, my reason to give a fuck
Just thinking of him lying there watching the sun rise in my Little Bit's eyes
Begins the teeth grinding again, I can not lie

The fist clenching, yes there's tears being fought back again
I had this shit under control when I sat down to begin
But now I'm thinking of a thief brushing the hair back from Little Bit's face
Smelling and feeling the warmth of her breath and giving her mouth a taste

This is to close to the surface, the feel of her skin rubbing against mine
The thought of her returning his kiss and touch is driving me out of my mind
Yes that lockdown motherfucker is a deadly ass bitch to be admired
Taking my Little Bit from me and setting her soul afire

Coming through like I fucking never could, filling in all of the cracks
Facing her answering questions that made me turn my back
But that was my Little Bit, on cold nights I can still feel her heat in bed
The sound of her saying my name still rattles around in my head

But now she's whispering his, he's such a fucking better version of me
The thought of them both lying there naked shatters everything and I'm filled with jealousy
I could've sworn that I was beyond this, that I had place the two of them so far behind
But now I realize just like this poem, that was a piece just written line by line