A Love Song

I can tell my love that I love her without stuttering I'm strung off of a buzz I'm conducting this Aye, I can't tell my love that I hate Her without caving back here later I'm her slave and I'm okay with it Aye, I can tell my love to "get lost" But a new nigga's chin a target For fists and shit talking, shit Aye, I can tell my love trying the best To make her love fill out my chest It echoes from my past distresses Being breathless is a blessing Ain't been resting lately Unless her rising chest and my, maybe There can be beauty in this brokenness And maybe my candle loses flame to openness And baby I'm not the dude to be focused to And baby I'll prolly lose the Heart you trust me with And maybe I'll probably prove Your past assumptions true But probably don't make dollars keep A buck or two i run my fingers through your Consciousness undoing some tangles That leaving wrinkles Like your ringing voice that Soothing my anguish I prolly read you like you see Through you could future my language But fuck with it I can't tell my love that I love her Begrudge women A vaguer claim and I prolly deserve it And I'm probably lost from probablys, lies And discernment I'm not even okay with lines I'm just tired of hurting I told my love that I love her She smiles bright as a yearning They looking at us