Aggressively pounding my head against these walls
Waiting for that overrated empire called love to finally fall
Starting wars and dodging when the draft is called
Given a running start and not having to crawl
Feeling like every nice night has to be an emotional brawl
**Your affection is wildlife and I was ******* mauled

"He's just not that into you"
I wasn't special
No social breakthrough

I know you don't look back
Not like I do..
I didn't matter like that..

My smile doesn't occur to you
And you don't recall
The way I believe in the music too

The prospect of getting attached
You loathed so much
You practically had panic attacks..

So I busy myself to ignore you
It hurts to accept
What I know to be the truth..

You don't hear that specific track
And think of those days
In your kitchen when I made you laugh

You've been quite cruel..
Looking back..
I should've thought less of you..

Because now I know you like that
And I know I'm a fool
Even today I'd still text you back..

Walking on eggshells, fragile rules
******* boundaries
Established as if I don't have feelings too

I wish you missed me back..
And I know you never will
I'm nothing to notice your days lack

I suppose I'm a proven tool
And now I'm just your fan
And a ******* fool..

Eyes closed, cheek on your chest

Those nights.. I truly sleep the best

I've noticed that,
otherwise,
I get no proper rest

She gripped for her sanity
Clinging to potions and herbal remedies

Searched for words, desperately
The void leading to alternative poetry

Never feeling things clearly
Composing rhythms more effectively

Lifetimes lacking serenity
Her words easing more than Hennessy

Masterpieces to occupy infinity
Or, at least, hold their own, indefinitely

Even to her, her muse is a mystery
Craving simplicity, not denying complexities

Finding the insignificant inspiring
A much greater fate to which she's aspiring

Accustomed to an unbound mentality
Skilled to manifest, persuade her own destiny

Success infects, not only genetically
Prophetic grandeur that she'll fulfill, definitely

Spitting out diction- somewhat addictively
By design, she's cursed as a poet, respectively