They say misery loves company
But he also love words that rhyme with hi, dove & boo
So he whispers sweet nothings to the sounds of I love you.
While I slip into love with the possibility
He slips in between my thighs
Letting his lips slip false truths or rather white lies, as black & white turn gray.
Fixating on ways to illuminate this dark hole
My sparks slow and he pushes me away.
So I push back
Ignorant to the fact that things will never be how they used to be
Allowed my dreams to compromise my reality
Until I boxed myself in white picket fences at the top of my wish list
But swearing on a bible doesn't necessarily mean I'm telling the truth
So accept this as my proof
And even though I love you despite all the evil things you do
It's time to love me more...