whatthefuckever

you know what drives me crazy?

 the "I'd-like-to-still-hangout-and-be-friends" phenomenon. 

it's like the guy is giving us a consolation prize, "Thanks for playing. Sorry you didn't win, but I have an excellent parting gift for you, you can continue hanging out with me!"

TRANSLATION: "you can continue to hang out with me, and when I say "hang out with me," I mean, you can come over when it's convenient for me, and have sex with me."

sometimes I flow staccato

strip you of vibrato

while you be acting macho

I try and switch it up

I see the games you play

and the traps you lay

not fit to fall in

but I let you play them anyway

The Games You Play

count the ways you've destroyed me

d y n a m i c s

i won't be coming back this time, so don't hold your breath

close enough to start a war; all that i have is on the floor.
i cant give you, what you think you gave me; it’s time to say goodbye to turning tables.
i won’t let you close enough to hurt me.

i view myself a goddess among mortals

you're the ying to my yang

i'm doing okay.

promise.