look, I love the earth but I reject the heartbeat
It’s beat me up fair and square leaving me near dead
At least my one has had its fair share
fair share of tears shed
My oh my
if you`re reading this, it is too late
They lied to us
A heart is there to pump blood
These blood sucking villains
Pointing fingers and crowning me victim
I took a metaphor too serious they say
And so I was naive they say
How else can I explain myself
that the heart were some muscle of love
love love love, what does that even mean, love?
I luv you. Its not you upsss
I don’t love you, crushing, only to be crushed
Crushes my spirit time and time, over and under the bus
Its cuffing, but only to pump and dump
no one told me this was just a game?
Why didn’t you tell me this was a fowl play?
just to thunder down every heart-beat within me after lighting my world?
you could have as well ripped the blood pumping muscle and the cords?
Everything is just a game to you judging by your words
Once I learn the keycodes you are dummed
Tell me who made the rules loom?
just to keep us begging for some ambigous amount of affection
They told us till death do us apart, what happened to that?
not till your balls circumvent the blue,
not till the papers divorced the two
You swore you’d save me, we’d make it out of the castle conjoined
Just to defect, diverge, depart, divorce, you scum
a venturesome act of leaving me, is not nearly close to a tradeoff
I can only imaging, how much pleasure you derive from sucking another soul you know?
You are a villain and I the victim but under freewill I’d turn the tables around you know?
I must say your competition is one without remorse
I mean look what you’ve caused?
Heaven on earth for one, whilst I set the table for two
I feel scammed
A whole generation longing for a crumb of human dignity
Even worse, I catch myself becoming a scammer
Guess what? you’re an object to me now
Remember its a mere metaphor now
You win hearts over and reshuffle them like cards
In a system that is only just for a few breeds
the white male, and sometimes the dark mates
you’ve left us all no choice than to become breadwinners
I mean, how did you think this was going to unfold?
Even those “good ones” that engage in this prisoners dilemma for years
I see them, they come out with nothing but venge
look, I love the earth but I reject this heartbeat
At least my one does not seem at ease with the options that are rendered
Perhaps, its not the heart that is faulty and gendered
Perhaps its the people who are close to the heart
What happens if the queen moves away
far from the king
will I finally check mate?