"Are you happy?", I asked him. "Yes I am. And you?", he said "Yes I am happy.", I replied because finally, I stopped writing poems about you, I whispered.
**** baby, I’m Having another episode, Will you watch it with me? My track won’t stop skipping; Siren won’t stop screaming, As the song drones on and on and on And on in screeches of violent pitches
I am reminded that the witches’ words ring true As I dance with the devil;
We bonded over our broken souls But she’s not broken anymore With different roots On a different tree She doesn’t understand The pressure on me She thinks it’s fine Like she can fix me But it sure as hell Ain’t that easy