The cocaine lines done on the outline of my soul are heavy

 

I've been screaming that I'm ready.

 

To take charge,

 

I've been living large,

 

Choosing to indulge in the natural highs of life.

 

Because no one tells you that the worst come downs are when lies are uncovered,

 

And I landed in reality.

 

That you really liked fucking her.

 

You wasted time,

 

No,

 

Spent time

 

Chasing a shinier god damn dime.

 

Who was as new and ripe

 

Like a freshly picked lime.

 

Mean while,

 

Your little lady was sniffing in her white house,

 

In that lose white blouse.

 

Little light clouds,

 

That aloud me to drown out all the crowds,

 

That no longer speak to me.

 

Because you had to go and smack me,

 

In attempt to try and remind me,

 

"How to act right."

 

Fuck

 

Y O U.

 

I ducked you.

 

Ow.

 

Oh,

 

Wow.

 

What a surprise,

 

Another free written reprise about your demise.

 

I write this for really,

 

To bring honor to me and my family.

 

I swallowed my pain,

 

Was suffocated by your vain-

 

Just for myself.

 

You don't deserve my love as he does.

 

I left you.

 

I'm an angel sent from the skies above-

 

You just had to go and shove me.

 

Devil in me-

 

We will never be we.

 

Don't even dream about me.

 

I aspire to be your worst nightmare.

 

Because I still remember the pain

 

Of you,

 

Pulling on my January embers.

 

I made my own healing potions,

 

I use them to make my skin so soft like lotion.

 

And I let him soak it all in.

 

Because of you,

 

My mind was once a rouge ocean.

 

"Oh, son."

 

Someone should have said to you,

 

"You don't have to use your fists when a scared woman resists you grabbing at her tattooed wrists."

 

Neglect is one hell of a knockout.

 

I look back at the girl who was once in a constant state of pout,

 

Thanks to those blackout lips,

 

Those bruised hips,

 

That Brown Eye's lips,

 

kissed away.

 

And now I sway my hips to his touch.

 

Because you gripped me like a broken clutch.

 

I was never your stupid whore.

 

I grab my oar to swim away,

 

From all the hate.

 

And even if I'm late to my destiny,

 

I know that even though I am tiny,

 

That me leaving you,

 

Was the best thing done right,

 

By

 

ME.