Difficult man complicates our relatively simplistic relationship
Making old wounds bleed over his insecurities
Strumming my strings with his fingers
As he plays Geppeto and casts me into the role of Pinocchio
But I love myself too much to play his puppet
Toying with my emotions as he quickly comes in and out of me and my life
How could the best 30 and worst 30 minutes of my life overlap in perfect harmony?
Trapped in a bittersweet symphony of my desires and the battered reality of my truth
He calls me only when it’s convenient
As my calls mysteriously drop from his phone
And he mysteriously drops me from his day
Knowing that I’m not even a priority, but still I stay
Lost in lust
I trust that he would never do the one thing that matters most…
Hurt me
And no matter how hard I tried
I still found his heart tangled up in mine
And damn if we aren’t both lost in a complicated web of lies
His scent causes my heart to skip a beat
I swear when he touches me I die
And those sexy lips and soft kisses gives me life
But only for one or two nights
You see
Because as certain as I’m sure I’m a nice piece of ass
She’s probably the one he’s making his wife
So even though he just maybe kinda likes me
I think I love him
And if I loved myself I wouldn’t be sitting here writing this
Recounting one of my most memorable trysts
Wanting to believe I’m so much more
But secretly knowing im just a pretend friend with benefits
Tired of being stringed along at the bottom of his list
And getting my gift snatched out from my arms and thrown away
Like newborn babies who wanted nothing more than a chance at life
So I keep my distance
And now I blow sour kisses from across cold, green, distant plains
Because I just can’t stand to be near him
I can no longer stomach my lust and distrust
To see his face next to her memory
And nothing next to mine but a memory of us
Drowning in a sea of emptiness
Looking for someone to throw me a lifeline
And rescue me from myself and the life of mine
And maybe just maybe
Teach me how to be loved and how to love again
But I’m over married men and guys with girlfriends
Who insist on cheating and lying their way into my precious underpants
Tickling my sweet spot
With the tips of their tongues
As if we don’t speak the same fuckin language
And I don’t already understand exactly what this is
And to think…if I were the sensitive type I’d probably cry
Tears of disappointment and pain
So that just in case you didn’t hear me
You could see how bad it hurts
Knowing you’ll say and do anything to fuck me…over.