I’m feeling perplexed because you’re taking what I said out of syntax
You know what, matter of fact, just let me get my shit back
And let me take the permanent feel of you off my skin
you’re like a bad tat
Sometimes I wished that it didn’t have to end
but
just like Lauryn said
you can’t win when you ain’t right within
I drowned my thoughts in gin just so I didn’t have to think about
the times with you I’d grin
You were an infection of the heart and mind
and the only way to heal from you is time
No matter how much I wanted to rewind
and
how many times I had to say I didn’t love you when I was lying
I’m trying..
To overstep the boundaries I created for myself not to escape and not to think that every minute that passes is a minute too late
For me to get my freedom
And I’ve never been the type to feel that I need them
even when I’m in need of pleasure
But I get euphoric highs just when I step out into the weather
My lows are hot just like sun on leather
Seats
I kick it to my own beat because I like the sound of my own drum
beating
If it’s me in a race within myself I’m the only one I’m defeating
And I don’t need the bleeding
They say “you’ve transformed into a new you”
Just because I reply now like a haiku
And when they say
“I don’t like you”
I reply
“that’s fine boo”
No pressure
To ever think that I don’t like me too
Is a thought I could never measure
I see me 360 while you view me adjacently
I’m not bothered
Because I can get missing on you
Just like my father
Did me
But I still got my freedom
Now everyone I meet
I just exceed them
I got my own expectations
and
I won’t slow down just because you got some speculations
I’ve wasted enough time I don’t need any hesitations
I’m no longer on the conveyor belt going down the line
Please leave me…
alone
So I can get back to my abandoned throne
that’s been left not dusted for too long
I had to Fall in Spring now I’m Summering during the Winter
My polished grounds for you now
are
just an awaiting splinter
I’m bad times 100
You should call 50 for defense against me
because
you just might have to gun-it
I went through a pain that’s made me pungent
I’m bad times 1,000
I’m no longer good for browsing
Too many times I’ve spent doubting the trust in myself
I’m glad, I now know my wealth
And I got my shit back
I don’t need any more bad tats
Cause I’m already bad enough
I’m bad times 1 million
With me
I wish you luck
(2015)
The AwkweirdSole. 