A Parrot Monkey With Scissor(handle) Legs

this is not a poem about you
this is a poem about all the things you saw me as that weren't true
this is about all the things you wanted me to do cuz you thought you knew who i was
but who i am is what i do
and i don't contradict myself like you
you say you're one thing and then you're not
you say you get me, but i feel like you forgot
let me get in depth so you get what i'm saying
cuz i feel like i lost you, with your mind's attention you are not paying

get it
pay attention
i'll try and go slow
ready?
oh and just so you know this is a poem about friends
and how they start and how they end
from my perspective they come into your life for a reason
you live, learn, have fun with them, but they're only there for a season
don't be mistaken by the ones you keep close
cuz there are those that have their own agenda
here it is
I'll put it to you simply...

A Parrot Monkey
With Scissor(handle) Legs

Parrot
There are those who would be like parrots
Obnoxious & Repetitive
They may gossip, they may like how their own voice sounds.
But they are truly convinced of what they say
And with confidence they give their opinions of who you are without grounds.
And they make sense to themselves no matter what they say.
They assume who you are and in their underdeveloped understanding of you
They claim you to be something you are not
*skwak*> unworthy *skwak*> too unrealistic *skwak*> egotistical *skwak*> pushy
*snip*> I AM WORTHY *SNIP*> God gave me these dreams and my healthy imagination for a reason
*SNIP*> All I do I do for All
**SNIP**> I push myself while I carry you
gladly on my back *SNAP*
back to this contorted reality
cuz now you are like a monkey

Monkey
There are those that would work to advance their own interests and are deceitful
Swinging back and forth and never deciding
But always inviting
You to dine in their world of trouble
and you feel it start to bubble inside cuz you ate their lies about you when they were a parrot
and now you wish you never dined with them, as the lies they fed you about you led you astray away from your true self, betrayed
By someone you thought cared about your interests, and they were just playing around
never had their feet on solid ground but keep you moving swinging in their world of anomalies
which to them is normalcy
Swept you off and away til you forgot where you lay
where did i come from?
where am i going?
and why am i wasting my time not knowing...
it's time to dip
it was real, but i think that's it ... time to *SNIP*

Scissors
I will use scissors of powerful spiritual proportions
to cut you outta my life and then sum
To take decisive and necessary control over those who would continue
to dance around me confusing me
swing under me controlling me
and fly over me making me deny my own beauty
I have to remember they're just parrot monkeys
No longer can they burden me
because

Legs
I have regained the confidence to stand up and take control again, and this time stand my ground
I'm making progress & my ability to navigate on my own is back
This life is getting easier
Like I released a heavy load
Like... there was all this... gas! Yeah! And like.. someone lit a match!!!

I'm getting rid of something... like an itch needs a scratch
Like a fly needs a swat and
Like a mosquito needs a smack
You parasite
No matter how you slice it or draw it
I'm getting rid of the part of me that needs you
Mrs. Parrot Monkey, meet scissor legs,
I'm getting rid of youuuuu...SNIP

love's nickname is game

thanks for that one night
maybe next time i'll get it right
i won't wear my love on your shoulders
or throw you off with the words that i told ya
i won't give you compliments or buy you things
i won't feed you breakfast or let you cuddle with me

i'll hold my tongue and speak mountains in my silence
even though deep inside its like self-inflicting emotional violence
no matter how much i like you i'll play your game
i won't make it easy for you to make it rain
cuz when it rains it pours
and i won't be your little hoar
neva that no more
i won't be your little hoar
"wanna slide thru real qwik mami?"
no i wana be with you dummy!
can't have you slippin and slidin thru me and then her!
can't have you makin me question what it is that i'm worth
can't have you confusing depleting my integrity
can't have you thinking my personality & my tittties are one and the same entity
even though my personality is big, and bubbly, and perky, and glorious
but i digress

first you undress my mind, and THEN you can get to me
you can't just get inside, slide thru me, do me, and think u know all about me cuz you screwed me
using your tool like a mallot passing judgement
as you bang it in me, and call for another hearing when its convenient
i mean, did i not scream loud enough for you this time
must we repeat this beautiful crime
must i continue to give all of myself
doing the same thing over expecting different results
that's bad for your health

no, next time i'll go under your radar so you can't offend yourself
i'll put my feelings on stealth
to help you get over your fear of you i'll move further away to get closer to you
does that even fucking makes sense?
or is it still taboo for the girl to pursue?
but it seems like its working, you like my thick new skin
but when it was soft you didn't want it then
are you a saado masochist? do you like running into bricks?
or you just like me more when I'm not on ur dick, and then you want me to be on it
you want me more when i'm not your hoar and then u turn me into your whore
i don't like this game, but like i said i'll play it
cuz love's nickname is game, and i'm in it to win it