I've lost my position as Queen at the throne.
My king, my life, my home, all slipping away, gone.
Your loss, due to the fuck shit you be on.
Soon I will sit in emptiness, be isolated and alone.
Hoping to continue communicating at least by phone.
I dont know how I'm gonna do this on my own.
Got to stay focused, hold it in the road, get in my zone.
Show my skills, rise, show out, put on.
Forgive myself, acknowledge my wealth, strike out on my own.
Left to deal with these stubborn stains alone.
The energy feels off, something is wrong.
An air of deception, maliciousness in your tone.
I ignore it and take every chance to get in one last bone.
I'll miss this, just being in the room with you turns me on.
I want to watch us enjoy one another, keep the dim lights on.
I wish there was another you, a better version, an altered clone.
Everytime I climax, tears stream down my cheeks and again I fear sleeping alone.
Separate, but not done with, I can only hope that these words aren't another ploy to steal my joy.
I will never grow accustomed to being the broken discarded toy.
I pray you are the man I believe you are and not a childish boy.
I've made a lot of mistakes, fuck ups, is this another, oh boy.
Your love has a way of building me up, but your anger seeks to destroy.
I have to address these issues head on, straight forward.
I cant be shy, reserved, this is not the time to be coy.
I can no longer ignore the elephants in the room, it will only create more.
You know my heart, it's on my sleeve, I love you to my core.
My heart is tired, aching, and already sore.
It's time to separate, take less, and love myself more.