Don't Get It Twisted

I wonder if you think you're my only drunk dial

My only option to go shopping or my only problem child

The last dick I sucked or the last mind I fucked 

I wonder if you out here thinking you got all the luck 

It would be a shame to be that ignorant to think I can't be over it

Or that you got all the control in it

'Cause you're the only one standing emotionless  

I told you this

I been hurt by worse than any asshole u can invent

So my tolerance is negative and your purpose ain't that complex

So no I won't be that upset 

If the sexting turns into neglect

You're replaceable in this part I gave you

The understudy of someone I imagined; you're not even playing you

You only act the part of the man I want in this scene 

And it's just a supporting role boo; I'm the only lead. 

Another Again

This sin...
Started out with us just reminiscing
But ended up with us mostly kissing
Mostly feeling like a thing that was missing
Was found
Like I'm whole when you're around
Or Bound
(uh-huh honey)
And it wasn't about love, you, or us
No, this was selfish but still deeper than lust
A man who would cheat can't be trusted with trust
And trust is a must if I'm even considering love
The same for the woman; it's not a victimless crime
Only 2 wrongdoers but 3 will do time
One dick, two clits,
Three hearts, four tits.
And I can't do the math to understand this shit
All I know is the way it feels when I'm under your spell
It's almost worth the heavy cost of this ticket to hell
First class, yelling "fuck it"
So you did, and I loved it.
I wish simple felt this good
And that I wasn't allergic to doing the things I should
Like I should ignore your call and texts...
Say no to sex.
But my eyes get watery when I try
This is turning into one long goodbye
Well, goodbye again
Maybe this time try to be friends
But we both know how that would end.
...and then end and end again.

Unblocking #1

I'm in a rush and I must get past this feeling that's been stealing all the thunder and the lightning from the storms. I'm not used to staring at gray skies for so long without a drop of rain just the dull pain or the numb that comes from not wanting to burn or yearn. I'm filled with empty but it's thick and heavy; how can nothing stop something from occupying this space. It's a waste. Something died but wasn't buried. Something reeks of bleak. Searched every corner of my soul for the decay but the empty blocks my way.