Whiskey Words & a Shovel I

we could have been great
this could have worked
but you insisted on being mediocre
you placed limitations on us
so I chose myself
I chose to move on
knowing that I deserved more
my theory.

I hate it
the way the heart
takes too long
to figure out what the mind
already knows

you’ve been wasting your time
holding on to someone
who doesn’t truly care about
keeping you

the only downfall of having
a good heart
is that you find yourself
constantly searching for angels
inside of demons
and they wonder why the good
know so much pain

women are made
to appear crazy
by the very men
who drive them
to a place of insanity

this urge to be loved romantically
created by books, movies, and music
filled with fairy tales
far from their own reality
boys pretending to be men
promising love to young girls
who are not yet women
young girls broken down
first by their fathers

sweetheart
you’re a star
never apologize
for burning too bright

it’s funny how much a person’s
true colors shine
after they’ve gotten
what they wanted from you
exhibits.

I’ll leave
without warning
I don’t owe
an explanation
to those who mistreat me

you weren’t ready
for someone like me
and I had to accept it