I’m scared of expectation.
Who isn’t after all?
In a warm, pleasurable, sensation,
It carves a hot-blood messy wall.
Travelling to find the words I need,
To help me through this guilt of mine
That’s only a guilt because of the seed
That someone planted so it grew to a vine.
The tree of expectation
Isn’t something pretty,
It’s doom and temptation
And honestly just ******* ******
I’m scared of being judged, punished,
Of someone disappointed in me,
And all of these fears would be vanished
If it weren’t for this ******* tree.
And the tree grows,
Turning to fruits, sticks and leaves
And its roots already shows
As people feed off of its reliefs.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
Now I realise,
I’m sure
None has ever had a bigger size,
None has ever had more
What we built has made me greedy
And proud and eager for bigger
We could say it made me needy
For its you who hold my trigger
None could ever compete
With you who hold my light
None will make me more complete
I can’t love else with the same might
And I have joy,
Knowing and learning all of this
Because you’re the first and only boy
Who kiss my heart with such a bliss
Now I know what love is,
unknowingly indescribable, but surely
Knowing for those who know it, this
Something lovely and bigger than glory.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC