Passive

I felt the glass crack in between my fingers

The fucking rage

The frustration that lied within your name

I let go of the rope

I let go of the hope

But you treat me like…

Like you never let go…

Projection is everything

What you mirror is not me

It’s you….

Nothing is what it seems

Oh nothing is what it seems

What does that speak to you?

I no longer talk

I let the whiskey do the whispering

I know my place

I know my role

I can care less where you stand

I know the woman that I am

You’ve always been less of a man

Played less of a role

But I know who I am

I can care less where we stand

Because I know who the fuck I am

Deeply I create

Mostly I’m my muse

Mostly I’m his muse

Deeply I can give a two fuck

I play my role

Exhale….

Inhale….

Baby I’m your hell

Mostly though…

I’m your art…

Go, run tell that.

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