Wish They...

Hitting myself with an imagery bat,
My mind does backflips,
My heart freezes,
My body has a cold shiver.

The things those girls said to you,
How you were before me,
There's no other word for it,
You were a whore.

I'll admit I've upset myself,
And I can't expect you to understand,
Although maybe you would,
I can't ask you to delete it.

Deleting those messages,
Doesn't change what you did,
That was you then,
And this is you now.

They're two different people,
That I'll agree with,
But still, how can I talk,
After what I did myself.

I suppose its because I looked,
To see who you went for,
Who you'd 'do' and who was special,
Could I match up to them?

I have your love now,
And your heart as well,
But still, I want them to see,
I want to flaunt it.

They should see how we are,
How happy I make you,
How right we are,
And how they meant nothing.

But I guess they might still mean something,
Too you, they're still important,
They were your past, not so long ago,
Weeks before me, some days.

I love you with everything I am,
And I know you love me too,
But there's still that fear,
You'll crawl back to one of them.

Those bitches, hoes, sluts,
Whatever they are,
They want you,
I can see it.

I want to reply to them,
Tell them where to go,
You're mine now,
But I'm not like that.

They'll flaunt themselves,
Their false nails and fake smiles,
I'm better than that,
After all I'm real.

I'm something they're not,
And that's what you love,
Still though,
Wish they could see me....