b-side junkie – Page 50 – skin loves fever

You know nothing

What you see is what you get

Even if you don’t see me

have you ever thought

For just a moment

perhaps that the evil is in you

And you allow it to trick your thoughts

And distort your mind?

You failed

You gave up

the Bitch before me messed you up so bad

I didn’t even have a chance

Just because you had ten years alone

after her

Doesn’t mean anything other than

You had ten years to let that shit fester inside you

You didn’t deal with it

You avoided it

You blamed everything on someone else

Cause you can’t see yourself

your self is a false self

Your ego is keeping you down

What you say

How powerful you think you are

Your need to control

Your lack of compassion or heart

is a mental illness

Years of abuse

Has made you who you are today

And it’s sad

I’m sad cause you never gave a damn about me.

All you did was test me and my love

with the intent to destroy it from the beginning

You have no care about how I feel

You only ever cared about yourself.

You took my love and treated it like trash.

I’m not like you

You can try to tell me I am

But I’m not

you’re dead inside

Low vibe mister

Avoid

Avoid

A void

Is all you

It’s all you do

Anything that takes some work

makes you take off

sets you off

You have something to prove

The way you move

Shows an anger

That has built

Over time

the way you deal

Is by not dealing at all

one question leads you to war

there’s no way to even the score

With a narcissist like you

you can’t forgive

You can’t give love

You don’t have

You build up a false self

while the real you hides somewhere

collecting dust on a shelf

and it sucks being somebody who loves you

Cause you can’t change

If you think you’re perfect

In between the moon and you

Everyone is happy

Happier without me.

I’m an illusion

Of what you want to see

At first you love me

Then I’m someone you hate

Don’t build me up

I’ll only let you down

I’m not someone great

Obviously….

I wish I was

I wish I had

I could wish my life away

Only to die

All alone someday

I see pictures of people

I used to know

They only come

To only go

Living lives

I wish I had

But it’s okay

It just makes me sad

Goodnight

Farewell

No more morning

For me

No mourning ever for you

To all the ones

Who I thought loved

But never knew

Diablo

What a terrible thing

You call love

What a low

You call life

So many times I see

The Nothing behind your eyes

I won’t let myself disappear

From believing all your lies

And I don’t have to be as cold

As you

to keep myself alive

I don’t have to be as bold

As you

To prove I will survive

You can try

You can try

To spin me

in

your web of illusion

Your ties of confusion

You can stay down with your demons

You can stay dark with the night

You can stay hidden within the shadows

But you can’t take away my light

You can try

But you won’t take away my light

I won’t follow you down

Your rabbit hole

Of fables

Your flip switch

Turn of tables

I won’t chase you

I ain’t gonna race you

And I sure as hell won’t embrace you

At the cost

Of me

Getting lost

Just to find you

Running out the door

I won’t take any more

You love to make me wait

You love to use love as bait

To fake your way in

And make me believe you care

But baby

Better beware

it’s a trap

It’s all just a trap

And I ain’t yours no more

6 am feels

Broken window screen

The kind of blinds I hate

But the cool cold 6 am air

Comes in

Makes my skin tingle

Makes my flesh jump

Excites the parts of my body that

Excite my everything

Makes me want to feel

Again

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Mister selfish

You fucked up royally this time

There won’t be a next

Abuser

Loser

You are those things by the way you choose to behave

Cause you are aware

But right now

You really don’t care

How to treat others

Cause you’re so consumed with treating yourself

To everyone and everything you please

Remember this

There’s no reason for me to give you

Any good that you will want again

After the way you treated me

The way you treat her behind her back

You lack

Morals

And any sense of how to be good

And someday

It will be time for you to repay

You’ll get yours

even worse

Than you could ever imagine

And I hope it hurts you deeply

Cause it’s the only way

You’ll ever learn…

How it feels

When someone does what you do

Right back at you

Remember today

And you’ll know why

You deserve to hurt and have no one there

To help you escape

Soon you won’t be able to escape yourself and your shit anymore

Haunted

The loneliness

You can’t escape

It’s there with our without you

It’s there in a crowded room

It’s there on a deserted street

I used to enjoy being alone

Cause I wasn’t lonely

Now I don’t enjoy much of anything

Everything reminds me of something that is no more

Dead flowers of yesterday

Fill my days

And haunt my nights

Trying to help me? Lol

You don’t listen

You think you know it all

You think you see yourself but you don’t

And if you do see something it’s twisted and manipulative

Scumbag

Scumbag loser

Scumbag,

You are.

Yoda apparently,

I am.

SaveSave

How to disappear and never be found

Just let go

Of everything

You ever had

You ever loved

You ever were

You ever knew

And turn

Into something

Or someone new

Cause whatever was

Doesn’t matter

And whatever is will soon be gone

It’s time to just move on

You’ll be fine without them

And they will be even more fine without you

Let it all go

Go somewhere else

And go start a new

You are so much more

Than any name or label

Or whatever is not really anything at all

Has made you believe you are

-kc

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