hard no

I woke up swearing I was done,

“no men, no mess, no stress” for me

Had a whole new mindset loaded,

like I’m finally choosing me.

Then you show up acting casual,

hands in pockets, being pretty.

And suddenly my backbone glitches—

like “what a pity.”

I tell myself I’m stronger now,

but you stand close and my logic taps out.

It’s a hard no,

I’m really trying hard mode—

but you’ve got a hard… oh.

I swear I had intentions,

but you test all of them slow.

It’s a hard no,

at least that’s how it should go—

but then you show up, and well… you know.

You say my name like you’re bored,

but it hits me wrong—ugh, annoyingly right.

I pretend I didn’t hear it,

then think about it all night.

I’m trying to be well-adjusted,

high-value, healed, independent.

But the second you lean in slightly?

My dignity gets suspended.

I keep telling myself “don’t fold,”

but folding feels kind of on-brand, actually.

It’s a hard no,

I’m really trying hard mode—

but you’ve got a hard… oh.

I swear I had convictions,

but they’re not built for this, no.

It’s a hard no,

yeah, it sounds good in theory though—

but then you walk in, and there it goes.

This is nothing deep, don’t flatter yourself,

you’re just stupidly attractive.

I’m stable, I’m sane—

just maybe not around you, specifically.

I keep saying “I don’t want this,”

but want is kind of loud when you’re near.

It’s a hard no,

I’m really trying hard mode—

but you’ve got a hard… oh.

I’d love to be disciplined,

but you’re not helping me grow.

It’s a hard no—

until you walk in like that, though.

So honestly? I don’t know.