I was lost, wandering. Playing with hear…
I was lost, wandering. Playing with hearts, trying to get over that very first love from a year ago. I realized this, and let the most current boyfriend go. The poor boy was desperate, and we keep hooking up…out of pity, I let him kiss me and pretend everything is normal again.
I cut this shit. I am a hypocrite for having my heart broken and moaning about it while breaking somebody else’s.
Now that all I feel is hatred for that one boy whose lips oh-so-sweetly infected mine a year ago, I find that there is no need for me to keep looking for a new love, better and more suitable for me.
He is right in front of me, and between our rhymes we have found that we love each other.
Should I trust him? Should I let go?
I broke down his walls, and I want him as much as he wants me.
Am I ready to love again?