Choices

You have two choices my beloved
Erase the past from your head to be with me
Or have me erase you from my life

Tired

I'm tired of this
Tired of seeing my beloved
Selling her soul out to others
Before I came to her

I'm tired of this
Tired of fearing the future
Where my beloved will not be
What I see in these images

I'm tired of this
That my beloved bears my children
And this means that I do not get
The best she had to offer

I'm tired of this
O' my beloved can you hear me?
Can you hear my sigh?
That comes from the tiredness of anger

I'm tired of this
My dearest beloved
The love of my life

Trust

It's not about Trust
It never was
It never is
It never will be
It is about Boundaries
It is about Respect

Gentle Reminder

If you "accidentally" stumble upon your ex
I will NEXT you
If you take me to another goddamn discotheque
To meet your wannabe group of pretentious, incestuous "friends"
I will NEXT you
If you meet and entertain orbiters
I will NEXT you
If you continue to entertain conversations
With low-intellect, smart asses
Ostensibly your "friends"
But really orbiters in waiting
I will NEXT you

"If you aren't just plating her (in which case, who cares, when you hook up, it doesn't matter) then you are vetting her. In this case, you seriously want her to take herself out of the running. You shouldn't just be watching for it, you should be wanting it to happen."

Remember this motherfucker.

Anger Pt. 2

As I sit here rummaging through your past
And see how you gave the best part of your life
To different men who didn't earn it, nor deserve it
Who literally fucked you over, and didn't respect you
You looked into their eyes and told them you loved them
Do you know what the fuck love is?
You fucked them like the teenage slut that you were capable of being
Do you know what the fuck starfish sex is?
You've cycled through so many different men
Doing the same thing, repeating the same lines
Feeling the same feelings, giving the same love
How do I know what the fuck is left for me then?
Where is my share of that beautiful woman that I rightly deserved?
It's funny, when you tell me that you've saved the best for me
I laugh. Oh dear, the irony!
Yeah yeah I'm a good boy all-right
Taught all the right things. Taught to be a prudent slave
Taught to care. Taught not to hurt anybody
Sensitive to love. And all that crap.
But I am no fool, I see everything
Let us see then my love
Let us see what you've got for me