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Had me sicker than the flu when I wanted you to be everything that heals me.

Started with a façade but I let down my guard, but I have found my way to looking so silly .

And here I am trying to be different . When you don’t want different , you want a position . To be with a guy who helps your image but doesn’t helps your mission . But you back and forward chasing aventadors and leaving great men with sores. On their heart and on their mind when dealing with something new this time . It doesn’t change and does not disappear. Good guys all finish last I hear. And my intentions can’t be figured from a date . How does my love and money equate ? It doesn’t . My effort to leave you blushing and crushing everyday like the day before and we were nothing , but now your my everything, and I make you fall deeper and deeper even though you have a wedding ring. But how can we hope to get that far when my love is equated to the ability to tolerate being treated as tar. Writing you love songs with a guitar doesn’t sound better than you getting drinks at the bar? Me being your man doesn’t trump one night stands? Me digging in your mind doesn’t feel better than them chasing ya pants? getting a glance of your spirit and you robbing me of the experience of reciprocity is the reasons why I’m tearing. Me giving you my love despite the things I’m fearing . Like being broken not financially but down to the soul. Me proclaiming my love but being hastily pushed to the friend zone . Please and watch another guy half way satisfy your needs? And keeping my self sane as I’m watching you leave . Please excuse me while I get my shit and go I’m cool on it fasho fasho .