"The Verse in Me"

Inspired by a love that never should have been...


You try to bring out the worse in me
And all you do is bring out the verse in me
It started simple with you just cursing me
In stupid little shouting matches like you versus me
And yet you continue as if you’re not hurting me
But these tears in my eyes and this bruise on my thigh
I know that it’s plain to see
Whether you do it with intention or inadvertently

You try to bring out the worse in me
And all you do is bring out the verse in me
But I am a lover and not a warrior
So I refuse to fight
I may not strike you with my hands
But I will hit you with my mic
And tonight
I will try with all my might
To hit you, and hit you just right
Write where it hurts
Because you hit me first
Not with your fist
But spoken and broken promises
Sealed with a kiss

You try to bring out the worse in me
And all you do is bring out the verse in me
But, Nah! I ain’t mad
I take my anger and I put my pen to my pad
And my pad to the table
And it takes my all, but I know I’m not able
To bust your shit
Because like that last time
I wanted to put yo ass through a wall
Or that time I wanted to slap you at the mall
I forgot that you were 200lbs and stood 6 feet tall
But I digress… that’s not my point at all

You got my heart and my head at war
But for some dumb reason, I allow you back in my door
But it’s got to be the back door
Because like the time before
My friends told me not to let it happen anymore

But am I a fool
To allow this man
To ruin God’s plan
To allow him in my life
And cause so much strife
To let him in
And continue to sin
When I know it’s not right
I still climb in his bed at night

And I know what’s wrong
With the “whatevership” we have going on
To excuse myself because the flesh is weak
And still sit in the house of the Lord at the beginning of each week
I know it’s unhealthy
But I can’t seem to stop it
And the good advice
I seem to be able to block it

I fell so much better now
And you could never understand how
Much I want to hurt you with my words
Strangle you with my verbs
Poison you with my adjectives
And stab you a little extra with my ad-libs


But now it ends
Because my happiness and sanity mean more than any gift you could ever buy
And a good man's one truth means more than a thousand of your lies.

I wear my heart on my sleeve
And I try not to show it
But when your crime is assault on the heart of a poet
The penalty is this
And now YOU KNOW it.