They’ve all
changed me
The sweet-talkers,
the liars,
the romantics,
the sex-gods,
the inconsiderate,
the womanizers
She's gone into
the darkest yesterday
The dreams have
dissipated
The
fantasies have dried up
It’s a hot desert
Filled with dancing
women and tattooed men
I don't want
a flowery, rhyme-y fairytale
I want a dirty,
mess of a nonfiction
Baby…
That word makes
you nervous
Makes you think
I have too much power
And baby I have
more than you can ever imagine
Tell me baby:
The juicy dramas
you foresee,
That your ex
will show up at our doorstep
That you'll
make me cry
That we
won't always be satisfied
Sexually
Romantically
We’ll fall
off and loose interest
You’ll lie
from time to time
But soon apologize
and I'll
forgive you because it won't be betrayal
It will be a
firestorm and a cool breeze
It will be a
rainstorm and a rainbow
It will be a
curse and a kiss
