My Slut

you're a whore but I can't resist.
light brown and loaded with sweetness.
just a taste of your strength livens me up.
yea, you're a whore but I can't get enough.
Almost everywhere I go, people have had you.
and the ones who haven't don't know what they're missing.
the ones who just tried you, want some more.
because you're the opium to the masses.
the sweet drug that keeps me alert.
and her, and him, all of them.
My coffee, Java, cappuccino, espresso.
The addiction is satisfying to a night untimed.

That Single Friend

Is it the fear of insignificance that chews away at my soul?
The Self Antagonizing ways that makes a touch so cold?

You know, that single friend in my head that tells me these lies?
Because misery loves company, so that wouldn't be a surprise.

She goes "Girl, did you SEE that?" but it's no big deal,
and goes "Girl, did you READ that !?" but I know what he truly feels.

But what gets at me the most is when she stands out her chair;
with her crop top, mini-skirt, her hands would fling in the air.

Screaming to the heavens that I'm no good
that I should've done THIS, and if she was me, she would

Causing me to wonder if she wants my man
and her getting in the way was not apart of this plan

But if that single girl inside of me, wants him as bad as me?
Then I know I'm not the only one who see's in him what I see.
and She's not the only one who wants to be a lover thief.
Their sly eyes, and motives forms this girl inside of me.