I never wanted to perform this poem in front of you,
So Imma just turn the hypothetical into the factual,
And trick my mind into believing I've turned my back on you.
I still love you.
You, who have turned my insides black and blue, I presume.
Because it hurts in here,
And here,
And here.
And I've made a promise to myself never to let you go near;
here,
Again.
And I still love you,
But I promise to never mention you again over tears and tissue,
And Imma never tell my daughter about men like you.
The one thing I will do,
Is teach her to love and be happy, And play the piano,
Cause that's the one thing most I miss about you.
And I still love you,
And whatever you wanna deny or speak true,
Just know that this poem is about you.
We never quite made it did we? And I'm forever blaming the change in you but I'm sorry,
It was me.
And I still love you but please just go away,
Because every time I see you,
I see a thousand memories on your face.
I see what coulda been,
And what shoulda been,
So gimme a razor and a knife and i'll give you my skin.
I'd give anything.
But it would never be the same.

The next time around,
The ambiance will be clear,
I'll make over my tear stained cheeks,
And stomach this unreasonable fear. Cause he's out there somewhere,
God knows he'll look like you,
Just like every other boy I've recently been through.
I hope you have a good life,
Cus I know deep down I will,
And Imma have a little girl,
And I'm gonna tell her about this, love sick world.
And if she ever happens to find herself on a stage with a poem like this,
Then Imma just selflessly embrace her,
I wont dare ever reminisce.
So clap for me when this is over, Just one last time ...please,
Cus then atleast for one last time, Your hands are devoted to me.