Jump.

Let your body give in.

Allow yourself to plummet.

Feel the weightlessness?
That bed of air holding you afloat.

Now sink.

Go deeper.

Your worries dissolve.

Troubles dissipate.

Feel.

Fall,
In love.



-Tré

Oh, poor baby.
Does your mind wage war?

Oh, poor baby.
Does your heart ache once more?

Oh, poor baby.
Did you give her your trust?

Oh, poor baby.
You didn't know the difference,
Between love,
And lust.

I can still taste the cigarette,
The flavour grafted to your skin.

You held my face,
Yellowed finger tips.

Beauty indescribable,
Ash stains down your shirt.

Every word you whispered,
All smoke and hurt.

I finally grew the courage.
I stood up and said,
"Men don't hit women".

Apparently they hit kids too.

You said;

"Forever".
"For eternity".
"To infinity".
"Even in death".
"Until time stops".

It was only one year.

Even if perfection existed,
You'd still find a reason to *****.

I could be love drunk,
Head over heels.
All my other priorities,
I've buried and ditched.

But if the heels aren't red bottoms,
And those rings aren't rocks.
You question the relationship,
Because I "ain't giving you ****."

Little miss,
Have me do it all,
So that you can look it all.

Instagram full of thirst traps.
I'm blocked,
So I can't see it all.

You act nice so that I buy it,
Just for another man to take it off.
Now you play the victim to your friends,
Because I've finally taken off.

It's the new generation love,
You give and you don't get.
But you're expected to keep giving,
Give parts of yourself to every girl you've ******* met.

Now you walk about empty,
Trying to find the next.
Next first love?
Or the next of yet another ex.