He wants to be my knight. I have noticed his random displays of might. He gazes at me seductively whenever I’m in sight, but all I can predict is a sorry plight. How can you be the one that I’d keep warm at night if you don’t think everyone should be treated right?
Can one be great but not okay? Can one be okay but not great? Can you be everything but okay? Can you be okay, but without anything? How can we be okay if we’re not great? But, how can you be great if you’re not okay?
Money or Art? Money or Life? What do we do? We need both. We don’t get paid for living, we need money to survive, but we don’t live when the money comes first. Our art dies and so do we.
No lips are lovely enough for my lips. No words or verses are good enough to make me feel like a woman. No car or house is expensive enough to fit my ego, and my dreams. No food and promises are audible or legible enough for my vagina and squirt. No man is big enough for my arms; no man is worthy enough of my love. No hands are good enough for my stunning breasts and thighs; no amount of your money is large enough for my hands.
I don’t need a man to be happy. No man in the world.
I don’t need to be chained by a man to be free. No man in the world.
To be successful, I don’t need to suck on smelly man-candy. No man in the world.
No man is big enough for arms. No man in the world. No man in the world.
I was born with a broken heart, and no one can care for me or love me enough. If they don’t care for me or love me for a day, I’ll go back to being paranoid and hurt, and I’ll be much worse than I was before they came into my life.
No light is bright enough for my darkness; nobody’s trust can make me totally fearless. No love is compatible enough with my heart; no brush is good enough for my art. No air is fresh enough for my lungs; no drums are good enough for my songs.
I must learn. I must learn how to love myself. No one’ll ever love me more than myself. No one’ll ever love my self more than me.
My armour won’t shine forever; will I still be your knight? I’m going to try my very best to be as good as I can be, but you will see me naked, and know all there is to me. It won’t be pleasant always; there won’t always be light. I know you love me today but will you love me at night?
You can’t write me down in history if we have no history; you can’t say “there was a time” if there was no “there” there. You can’t bite my lips if I don’t kiss you. Every other Badlee Hurte took a cup of caution. Not me, I drank two.
The featured painting was created by Daria Ts, in the year 2010.
We are going to play Ex and Oh today, me and him. I’m preparing to have the best lines, give him reasons to spit “oh”s. I miss him terribly, I love him still, but the feeling isn’t mutual to me. He seems to have more than enough “O”les at his disposal. So today, I place an “X” on my heart, today, I cross the bullshit.