She gets mad and crazy,
Due to my perceived lack of honesty,
At questions, that reveal my character,
At inquiries,
And I refuse,
To be vulnerable just because
I am loved,
And therefore wanted.
I gave out my feet once,
And she used it to kick it another fella.
I gave out my honesty once,
And it was used as laughter to other fellas.
I gave out my truth once,
You don’t wanna know why,
I don’t wake up with a dried pillow.
I make her sad,
I know I do that,
I hurt her,
I know I do that.
I am, rarely open with her,
Yes, I get that.
When it comes to people though,
Or at least my self,
I doubt whether,
Anyone can ever hurt you,
Unless you have hurt them first.
And I did not,
Grow up snitching on anyone so,
Forgive me for not telling you things from my heart.
For,
Even when going through hell,
I never told as well.
How do you,
Expect me to tell you,
When it is with yelling,
That you communicate with me?
