friday night curse

So hard to break the spell
On me
A damsel in distress
Save me
I am so powerless
So angry
And unable to express

Taught to shut my lips and smile
To bide my time and wait a while
To stomach all your juvenile traits
"Why men great til they gotta be great"

And the cruelest trick
Is the one that digs into the core
Thinking myself crazy for wanting more
Unreasonable and dramatic
Over the top to your anticlimactic

I get used to pulling the strings
Being the one who does all the things
Underwhelmed by you and relishing me
You’re just a reflection that I breathe life into

Another shoddy aspect
The way paining over you just gives you more power
I should just delete you from my mind
Rise above and save myself the time
Instead of always saving drowning ships that aren’t mine