Damn she bad like she’s a villain.
If she with it, then I’m with it.
If she chilling, then I’m chilling.
Her vibe is so real I can personify.
If one’s aura is the truth hers don’t have to lie
With a body no imagination can even do justice
I be cheesing hard, she got me feeling full of lustiness.
Got me looking up words to describe what her touching does.
And she’s full of life, I’m addicted so I like to abuse her sustenance.
Shes enamored with my words because compliments I have an abundance.
My confidence, she has trust in it.
So, I sprinkle her in my life like condiments but just a little
She calls me swift how I rush the middle.
Even though I’m still trying to figure her out like a Russian riddle.
And I’m still struggling.
How I’m trying to be a piece in her life knowing I don’t fit, its puzzling
But she keeps reminding me that she’s only into fucking no cuddling.
Her cold heart came from always giving people the cold shoulder.
I’m like what if I like to wear my heart on my sleeve is what I told her.
Would she just laugh in my face, could she be bipolar?
Nope, it doesn’t matter so I’m not going to stress it.
I mean we go a long way right, so should I try to stretch it?
Got me questioning myself Just so I can keep seeing her naked
Got me judging myself like that’s a damn shame.
She got you apologizing for her baggage like you’re the blame.
She got you following her every command like that damn “Simon sez” game.
Like all that overthinking I do, too bad I couldn’t get a clue.
Sacred to take that risk and end it because she got me stuck like glue.
It’s crazy the more she pushed me away the more my feelings grew.
Like I’m in love with pain, but she’s why I hate it.
Lately I’ve been so thirsty like I’m dehydrated.
See that’s what happens when my emotions and other parts of me migrated.