What is love?
Isn't that how these poems start
No need, see
Im knee-deep in explanations, better yet exaggerations
Of the truth, if thats what you want to call it
Your the booze, I'm an alcholic
Your the muse, of all my heartfelt sonnets
I wish I could rip out my heart, here you want it
It was yours to begin with
What am I saying, I want to say so bad " I'm just playing"
But we both know I'm not
No one has ever made me feel this way
I want it to stop
Do I?
See, I already know the truth when you lie
I'm just too much of a friend
To slap you shouting, " when will they end?"
You lie to me
You know what you do inside of me, and you play with it
Up go my hopes, and my expectations
" We're too close, we'll never make it."
Then why would you say those things, and back you take it
Again and again I stay
I'm the friend you come to
I don't know, after all of this
I'd rather be the dick you come on
Harsh right, this is what I preach without the rhymes
And have thrown away about a thousand times
"I've still got one bullet left in this nine."
Loving you was my love crime
Im over it
I was emotional, bliss
While you were emotionless, sh**
I'll go back to being the funny guy
Joking and laughin
I bet your mad because
Too bad that never happened