this is NOT a song. its a poem. with a beat behind it. aka SPOKEN WORD POETRY.
there is a scar on my right arm, the same shape as the one in my heart.
the way you've damaged me pressured me into doing something i couldn't understand.
i never really liked the taste of your lips, so bitter , and tart.
and i didn't feel any connection each time we'd hold hands.
you never really introduced me to your heart,
maybe its because the way you speak makes your reflection distorted.
and maybe i question if we'd be better off being apart.
some day, i suppose, i'll understand every little thing you worded.
my heart says i'm concerned for you.
but my mind tells me i'm not good enough, and i guess it's true.
I've always seen you as a person i could grow up with.
although you're precious and you make it seem like life is easy.
you've told me you loved me, but love is a myth.
it's funny how breaking my heart made you think you were sneaky.
when in reality it left me keeping my heart safe.
but you turned me so greedy.
i'd say all these poems are about you.
but you aren't that important
i'm sorry for expecting you to remember i was hurt.
i thought you knew.
now i feel like the time i have with left with you is shortened.
like i've repelled against you , and your mind.
kicking me out the door, and wasting my time.
today i woke up with cold sheets and an empty bed.
I felt so completed without you.
now that you're finally out of my head
my blinds were still closed and the birds didn't chirp.
and my phone had no notifications from you
and you picked your stuff up from the curb
the moon was still out and i felt alone still.
i don't want you..but i can't stand how i feel.
now i've moved on, and i'm in the darkness without you.
and i still question if the reason you hurt me lies beyond the stars
but for now, i have a slight explanation for my hand with the scars.