Irrevocable
I have come to terms that I am hard to love
Like a fly on the wall, I tell it all
No more than a blatant truth with no couth
Impatience smothering
Raw flesh covering
Always wondering
How to solve the ego
With coy words I reap and sew
Why, yes, I am hard to love
I suck you in just to spit you out
I bring you up just to tear you down
I wear vengeance as my crown
But I’m still just considered a class clown
Oh, so you can’t take me seriously?
Well, I question your stupidity
I am not an open book like I seem
I am destruction breaking at the seams
I love and loathe at the same damn time
A lethal affinity, I constrict like a noose
And there is no chance of you breaking loose
Fuck me up, I beg of you
Because I am so ready to fuck you up too
Impervious to life’s expected flow
I am impertinent to your satisfaction or content
Narcissistic and mentally sadistic
My mouth curls to hear “you’re sick”
Rotten bilge and demeaning perversion
Corrupt your mouth with vulgar conversion
Because I want Love’s insolence
Instead of Lonely’s violent silence
Which, I guess, means I am hard to love
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