🤮INNARDS RIPPLE🤮

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I'm not your enemy.
but you treat me like one.
you constant act like I'm not your love.
forgetting to speak to me.

I thought I was falling for you/
then you found someone new/
I'm trying to be myself around you and your crew/
but it's just you and your new dude/

forget what we had/
any time I think of you, it makes me mad/
I'm free, but I'm still sad/
I thought being single would make me glad/

instead I'm desperate/
keeping thoughts to myself, "why am I so legit"/
I'm too real with my feels, making deals then I exit/
I still smell your scent, I'm too dented/

beyond repair/
still thinking you'll come back, cause I still care/
but all I do is stare at your pics and compare/
myself to our lost flare/

we could've been legendary/
but you decided to be sedimentary/
out of love, I watch you fake our documentary/
our emotions were all commentary/

now I'm lost/
your with that new hoss/
thinking he's a true boss/
while I'm still searching but at what cost/

I'm fighting this battle/
up this creek without my paddle/
you were my ride or die, but you forgot your saddle/
so devised a romantic scandal/

I used to think I was dreaming/
until I woke up screaming/
nightmares leave me bleeding/
fiendishly loving, leaving me needing/

more, that opened more trap doors/
sliding under your floors/
falling to my death, waiting for what you have in store/
it's potent you have my love in a cup, but still decided to pour/

we were decent/
indecent on a frequent/
fam saying I need more treatment/
but I disagree with their agreement/

I'm in a zoo without a keeper/
paging my memory to Channel the reaper/
cause dying would cheaper/
then hiring a sleeper/

I'm growing undercover/
hiding from what's under my covers
wishing I had a chance to slay the brothers/
instead I weep outside the fashion, till society smothers/

I'm discovering myself in a rut/
knife, cut after cut/
locked doors, big gates, walls stay shut/
rumor mills, fight to stay alive but you pitter patter like rain drops/

I'm done, I'm through, I'm out/
drowning in my own self doubt/
a face only a mother can love, new route/
crossing and rolling my eyes, deciding to pout/
I'm diving in head first into the shallow, eventually floating with the trout//)

the innards ripple.
leaving the crucifix crippled
writing on the wall, erased with dribble.
life in the fallout, colliding with a meaning unriddled.

innards rippled - Drake Strickland.

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