I don’t like the way he look at you... yeah, I confess,
His eyes undress you slow... like a psalm in his chest.
You glow back, playin’ it cool like it ain’t nothin’...
My ribs go drumline, heart double-timin’... no bluffin’.
You not gonna like what I’m about to say but I can’t help it...
Truth sittin’ heavy on my tongue... I already felt it.
Maybe I’m trippin’... maybe it ain’t worth the fight,
Old scars risin’ up... doin’ laps in the night.
You too fine... got me prayin’ it’s all in my head,
Got me talkin’ to myself, am I crazy?... wish he was gone instead.
I keep tellin’ myself it’s ghosts playin’ tricks in my mind,
Then you flash him that smile... and I step outta line.
You on the phone till three... I’m starin’ at my screen,
Waitin’ on a text... blue light wash me clean.
Talkin’ bout places we ain’t touched... things we never seen,
Y’all got inside jokes... I can’t decode what they mean.
While I count ceiling cracks... arguin’ with fate,
Breath holdin’ steady... heartbeat learnin’ to wait.
We barely go out unless it’s bags and racks,
Date night turn checkout lines... swipes and tax.
Am I wrong thinkin’ you ain’t really givin’ back?
You call it trippin’... I call it readin’ the facts.
You say that’s your day one... y’all go back to pre-K,
And besides he gay... like that make it okay.
I hear you... I respect what you say and defend...
But the way you lean when he near... read closer than friend.
Call me crazy if you want... call me toxic and scared,
Red flags blinkin’ like stoplights... hangin’ everywhere.
I ain’t Sherlock... but the breadcrumbs line the stairs,
You bend the truth till it snap... I’m breathin’ thin air.
You whisper sweet nothings... "nothings" polished as lies,
"Just my friend... nobody like you"... reheated alibis.
I wanna believe... but your joy with him runs red,
It lap after lap past the joy in our bed.
You trigger my demons... pull pins on my doubt,
Turn quiet to riot... make tenderness shout.
With him you stay sunlit... high summer at noon,
With me it’s midwinter... thin light... early moon.
So if I’m missin’ somethin’... show me the frame,
If I’m right, let it cut clean... don’t play me with games.
I ain’t buggin’ for hype... I ain’t beggin’ for likes,
This blunt burn slow... but it still feel like spikes.
Say what you say... dress the truth how you like...
But I know what I am...
I’m the jealous type.
