I’m choking in my own shame
blame
pain
the clashes in my brain
guilt spinning with no aim
and thoughts I cannot tame
lit by this rotten flame
called lover’s game.
So F-ing lame.
’cause sometimes we’re idiots
sometimes we’re fools
sometimes we’re playing
denying all rules
and sometimes we’re gambling
with a loved one’s heart
the scars in their gaze
become ink in our art.
Teach me words I’ve never spoken
Don’t give meaning to demeaning
Left unsaid they’ll keep me choken
Don’t use silence as your violence
Glue my verses to your curses
Don’t give blame my shape or name
Talk me witty, spare the pity,
Your only indulged happy end
involves treating me with goddamn contempt
WHY?
Sometimes they’re idiots
sometimes they’re fools
sometimes they’re playing
defying all rules
and sometimes they’re gambling
our heart for their spades
they spit on our suffering
and dance on our graves.
Control
the havoc that rips away my all
My soul
stop seeking forgiveness
My mind,
mind your own business
Temptation,
stop seeking attention
Attention…
attention?
attention!
may I have your attention, please?
this is a message for my ex lover, embarking at gate 2, destination god-knows-where
would you please mind reclaiming your hurtful words
and the corresponding emotional damage?
they should be sitting in your own emotional baggage
I repeat:
would you please mind reclaiming your hurtful words
and corresponding emotional damage?
there’s no room for them here.
Please reclaim your hurtful words
there’s no room for them here
Please reclaim your hurtful words
there’s no room for them here
Please reclaim your hurtful words
you were a drain
I never loved you.
There’s no use for them here.
Photo by Kobe
