I often feel ashamed of my love

and the pain that comes with it

The vulnerability of opening up to someone and knowing

knowing

that they could turn it against you

at any given time

You give a part of you away

that can never be returned

It leaves an emptiness

Which burns when not replaced

But the burning hurts less

than keeping the part of you

that begs to be theirs

Why are those considered weak who feel?

How does that make sense?

Am I weak for giving

when I could risk loosing all?

Or does it just make me stupid?

Id rather be stupid than weak.

Thanks to you society I guess

Another one of your great rules.

Funny how something that dissolves every inch of your body and tears you apart

Is the thing that keeps you together

I would keep holding onto it a live time

Always in the back of my pocket

Like a little bird as my companion

So I’d never be fully alone

For the one I would die.

For him I would live.

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Called love

I can't resist

Know your role and how to play.

Keep your secrets to a minimum.

Don’t trust these niggas.

Especially the ones who call you “BAE”.

All men don’t cheat.

All dogs don’t go to heaven.

Don’t stoop down and lower your standards. Remember ladies, your body is a Godly weapon.

Be discreet and keep it cute.

Oh so you wanna huff and puff with ya chest out.

Asking fifty million questions like we go out.

Keep that same energy you had when you slid up in it,

Hit it.

Bounced and went three months missing.

I don’t owe you an explanation on why I’m giving you the cold shoulder.

Nor do I expect for you to tell me why I found a blonde strand in my jet black hair after you told me to move over.

Young and naive must be labeled somewhere on my forehead.

I wanted something real.

You just wanted to do construction and lay wood.