She paints her pain in shade and gloss
Kisses you sweet, then makes you the loss
She breaks your heart just to help you sleep
You see her face in every flame
You call it love, but it’s a leash
Wrapped in lace and stained with grief
They’re chains that fit, and you wear ’em proud
You’d scream for help, but not out loud
You beg for peace, she makes you stay
It ain’t love, but it feels like it–
She reads your lies before you do
You buy her flowers just to beg
While she draws rules across your legs
Said, “She’s a storm, but she’s my wild”
But storms don’t fuck you soft and slow
They’re chains that fit, and you chose ’em tight
You sleep in beds where love once lived
Now she just takes and you just give
You made those chains, now they fit
Of someone who won’t weaponize
The way you break, the way you bend
She says you’re weak, you say she’s strong
You wear your wounds like a tattoo
And call it passion when she chews through
They’re chains that fit, and lock you in
You lose each fight but claim a win
But you’ve learned to flinch in rhythm and rhyme
It ain’t love, and you admit–