Dax: From A Man's Perspective

I thought we forever,
that’s was a mistake
you wrote it down pencil, guess it got erased
Drawing on my weakness,
look what you create
A masterpiece of everything
you taught yourself to hate
I’m had to log off, your passwords changed
You always tried to run
I wasn’t down to chase
your trauma made you numb
I tried to give you faith
you took my kindness and threw it
right back in my face.
Ashamed to say I loved you
and it hurts me cause I actually tried
your truth was based off of lies.
Your love was conditional and mine
forgave you multiple times
That’s why I had to finally walk away
it hurt me to leave, but was killing me to stay the story of my life This chapter and page is getting ripped out and
thrown in emotional flames.
To be honest I don’t hate you
this my only way to grieve
what you want isn’t always what you need
I remember days I’d beg and I’d plead
for you to just calm down
and provide me with peace
your words used to hurt me
they would bring me to my knees
called me pathetic, trash, weak,
so I got strong got back on my feet
picked you up off the sidewalk
through you back to the streets.
I don’t want to talk about those times
that you lied
don’t wanna talk about
Those times that I cried
Don’t want to talk about those times you denied all the truths
that I spewed that I knew deep inside
the pressure I was feeling
that was right up to my neck
The anxiety depression
that was weighing on my chest
The constant allegations,
the blatant disrespect
the time that I lost, or the money that I spent I was going crazy I was a shell of a man trapped in your cage, lost in your maze Blinded by love addicted to the pain
the highs and the lows
the storm and the rain
I started therapy to cope
because you drove me insane
gassed me right up, then emptied my tank, so don’t you try to spin the Block
when you see I’m doing great
or that I’m happy
or I got another woman in your place.
Because I gave you
too many chances to understand
That Pain sounds different
when it’s coming from a man
we not allowed to feel, be real
explain, express, and when we do
we lose the upper hand,
we only have value
based on what we can provide.
I spoke your love language
you didn’t understand mine
you pushed me to the edge,
played like you were blind,
and then you blamed all of your actions
on your zodiac sign