A Beautifully Unfortunate Love
I know you think you're slick but baby
I know your dirty tricks
It's not something I'd like to believe
Yet I know something's up whenever you leave
I can smell the perfume
I know you have no curfew but it's as though the clock's tick has no purpose
I now feel worthless
Yet I run back to you, my way of thinking has become askew
I never meant to get this deep
But now I'm here losing sleep
Thinking of you
Sinking in the words that you said
Holding back the constant dread
It wasn't always like this
We used to be close, in love
Two turtle doves, in a big world
Not ready for the pressure,
Even if it had been something that we could measure
This poem is about:
Me