Torn between chaos
And then mature thing to do
Wanna make a run for the door
But I’m conflicted
And torn
I’m worn from all the
Old Chaos
that has hurt me before
But every time I try and trust
The right man!
He has left me
On the floor
He’s used me
For all I think I’m good for
He drained me from the love
that I gave him
And gave me nothing back
Gave me false hope
And promised things
That only a child would
Just to shut me up,
when I asked to many questions.
I was ignorant and dumb for thinking
that anything I ever wanted from him
He would give.
When he was just there to finish
his weeping because he too was hurt.
but then run back to his flammable lover
Who under the covers
Gave him something
Then blamed it on me.
I was in love with the idea of a free spirit
That wasn’t mine
Because this karmic cycle wasn’t finished
with them yet.