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Breeze Vincinz

BREEZE LOVE SOUL

I DON'T TRUST MYSELF WITH LOVING YOU NO MORE

© Breeze Vincinz

I don’t trust myself with loving you no more
There seems to be an agenda shift somewhere at the core

You don’t hold true anything that I seem to adore
I don’t trust myself with loving you no more

There’s been something wrong in the way that I think
There is blood in this water that I drink

I have mistaken your disregard for love and asked for more
I don’t trust myself with loving you no more

There was amiability in my hopes for you
Friends told me it was a waste of time to do

Told me women should never love so much that it knocks you to the floor
I don’t trust myself with loving you no more

And this is not what you think; it’s not a martyr’s plea
I am in need of closure, not sympathy

Or the excuses I tell myself that you are not who you are
I don’t trust myself with loving you no more

I could be the hopeless romantic
With skin strong enough to take the lies

Or maybe the elegantly sad girl
With glass tears glued below her eyes

I could be the beautifully flawed woman fucking to find her kindred
or maybe I’m delusional and too scared to admit my impenetrable heart has bended

There has been a paradigm shift I imagine in the stars
It’s been making all the shit you do reflect exactly who you are

And I am not blameless; you only get in because I open the door
That’ll never happen again, I don’t trust myself with loving you no more

And at the end of the day I will still trust myself to love
I will trust in music, I will trust in family, I will trust in the light above

I trust myself to friend rich and attitude poor
But I don’t trust myself with loving you no more

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

April 24, 2026

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

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The Toaster Made Me Do It

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

This poem was a precursor to “Siamese” as I was DESPERATELY trying to get over a brutal heartbreak. I remember listening to a lot of John Mayer at the time, which led me to listen to a lot of Blues, and I decided to try my hand at the genre. The male voices AI provided for this poem did not seem to fit, so I changed the gender specified stanzas and gave it to Lily. It comes off a little “Whitebread Blues” but... thus is the limitation of AI. Lily tried. That’s all I can tell you. Lily tried.

Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes

This poem was a precursor to “Siamese” as I was DESPERATELY trying to get over a brutal heartbreak. I remember listening to a lot of John Mayer at the time, which led me to listen to a lot of Blues, and I decided to try my hand at the genre. The male voices AI provided for this poem did not seem to fit, so I changed the gender specified stanzas and gave it to Lily. It comes off a little “Whitebread Blues” but... thus is the limitation of AI. Lily tried. That’s all I can tell you. Lily tried.

The Toaster Made Me Do It

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

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