Vid is from a slam competition (updated video from a different night)



I am not him
No, I am not the guy who tried to test your hearts regenerative abilities by breaking it over and over again to see how many times it could mend itself
Instead of being the one that had you crying seas of endless tears, I wanted to be the one with a compass and nautical charts providing navigation to the island of us
Where we could remain shipwrecked and just
spend time working on each other , finding nutrients in the fruits of our labor, and our priceless future I could finance
I wanted to be the one to separate you from pain like girls and boys at a 6th grade dance…
Romance, is all that I was offering yet you thought your presence I was prepping for slaughtering like the Native Americans at the first thanksgiving
And since you so were so caught up in continuous recipes of bullshit, lies, and fabricated stories that he cooked up and brought to the table
That you then raised the bar so high for the next guy that even a giant wouldn’t be able to reach the bartender to ask for a true shot at you
For you instilled in your mind that all men are evil,
So you might as well give me horns, hooves, and a tail and call me the devil for even if I was born with the wings of an angel you would probably pluck the feathers off one by one until you were done and still think that it wasn’t real
And I’m just a dealer that’s trying to deal you a full house but yet you are still caught up in the last hand where you King turned out to be a joker,
and relationships are a lot like poker where you win some and lose some and sometimes it even leaves you flushed, but you shouldn’t play the game if you don’t know the basics enough to recognize when you got a good hand to hold onto
But yet you keep folding me ike high school love notes and keep pushing me away from you like a vacuum forcing me to suck up and consume all the wrongs that he did to you
And I even heard that he tried to swing at you, but I need you to realize that I’m like a tennis player just swinging to serve you an ace and leave you with love
But I’m now of the impression from all of his constant mentions that even though he hurt you, that you still want him
Cuz you keep taking the pieces of my jigsaw puzzle and breaking the edges so that I will create the same picture as him
So I figure maybe it would be just better if I act like him, cuz behind the pain it seems like you worship him like he was God
Treating me like a peasant who is here writing you testaments that will never make it into your bible
For he is Jesus and I’m a forgotten disciple
So I break away from my mold and try to sculpt myself in his image and with shame start to play the bad boy game
then you point your finger like a trigger taking aim and say that you knew that all men were the same not realizing that you bore a major part of the blame and
I only acted that way cuz it seemed as the only way for your heart I could claim
But before we go our separate ways please know that even though I still think that you are the epitome of beautiful but I think your radiance blinded you from the good standing right in front of you and the pure, good love that I was willin to be giving
So I know its hard to put down your guard but just realize that before you drown the next dude with unreal expectations before knowing if he can even swim
Realize that he…is not him