I Used to Dress Up For You..

Saiy My Name
4 min readNov 12, 2022

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Until you stopped f^cking me, sex askew

I used to dress up for you
Until you stopped fucking me — sex askew
Begging, wishing, shower sex — bubbles with shampoo

I’ve given myself the day to decide
Last night if I had to choose — woulda said goodbye

Here’s why; icing one eye
Another night
No bruises some scars
Still maintaining site
The emotional kinda wounds
Not feeling right
Introduced him to the lifestyle
And he took flight
Coulda brought it home
Woulda flown a kite

Too focused on that..
Shiny new
Baby you say to me
Wheeeeww.

Saw another mans penis
It was hugeee
Asked some questions
Snacked in the nude

Loved a woman
Said she saw you
Plenty will if only
You knew

Shoulda flown home
P.I.C. to the rescue
All I wanted was for you to
Come through with that new new

Energy
Energy
Honey, please
This ain’t for you to see
Debriefing future
It’s key
Was gunna give you centuries
Now it’s down to moments
PLEASE
Shut your mouth it’s getting
Hard to breath

No more pretty words
No more pretty words
Done with pretty words
Oh yes, done with pretty words
Tattoo of a bird
No more pretty words

Love who you want, fuck who you will
I ain’t your teacher
Step up and shed the shit
Not a sermon, not a preacher
Take your head out of the speaker
Ask questions to the other leader

I said ride or die
You said see you later
I took the stairs
You took the escalator

I wanted to chat but you were on tour
Talking to any whore
Lucky I like her
Don’t excuse your behavior

Gotta protect self
Your white lies like gun powder
Gotta protect self
Those little lies getting sour
Gotta protect self.
Defense and tears at every hour
Gotta protect self
Neglecting soul, dreaming of power

Maybe we can reconnect in other lifetime
Say goodbye, part ways, separate climb
We’re on different paths, white lies are slime
I’m into love, honesty, always a good rhyme
Let’s reconvene, another time

Friends is the demotion
Anything more would be a fantasy potion
Too much away will cause a commotion
For now the best answer is: DEMOTION

Eyes swollen from the oceans
Leaking begging never gloating
Wondering how this ship is still floating

Wait it’s not.. corroding
Underwater this ship is going
No more passenger it’s toting
That’s enough about boating
Shits over time to start glowing
Peace out fathaafucker, you snoring
Was a fun run, memories storing
Put em on a shelf, they boring
Bouta start life — goodnight, g’moaaanin

You’re an investment I’m not sure about anymore
Was confident from the start now shaken to my core

Thought the resources spent would all pay off
Turns out time is currency — we at a standoff

Waiting for that R-O-I
Still a scared boy who makes me cry

No more investments until something I have to show
Done explaining basic shit to you — knowledge overflow

Protecting self, focused on future
You’ve been dead weight, afraid, a bedroom producer

I’ve supported all the dreams, fuck, still do
But will do it from afar if I have to
Glad we never got that tattoo
Forever means shit if you ain’t got your crew
You say baby what a do
Call me baby again I may throw up on you
Was cute at first until it was all you knew
A generic pet name — fuckkk you too
I’ve been showing up, you’ve been throwing poo
Focused only on that new new
Forgot the one who really sees through
Oh, hey, it’s me — your honeydew
The one who urged you to release your first online debut
Who would feed you vegan stew
Teach you to breath like who, hah, who
Buy you silly putty watch you mold the goo
I used to dress up for you
Until you stopped fucking me — sex askew
Begging, wishing, shower sex — bubbles with shampoo
Finna need more than a strong brew
To keep showing up to love on you
You’ve gotta grow up, and faster, if we are going to see this thru
One more chance coming at chu
Forget about me and us again and we won’t renew
Ever lie again snap you like bamboo
Won’t be by my side like superglue
No camping, climbing, biking, or canoe
I’ll toss you out like an old shoe
Want to love but done with getting screwed
Can’t chase you when I don’t trust you — stop the pursuit

How’s this for a review?
One last change for you
Make it count or we are through
It’s fucked up…
but I still love you.

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Saiy My Name
Saiy My Name

Written by Saiy My Name

These poems serve two purposes… 1) The clarity they provide me. And the greatest reason I feel compelled to share.. 2) For you to experience the “we.”

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