Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?

To prove that you are right
Don't do something wrong.

I only write,
when
I am in love
or
Falling apart.

By birth I’m Gen Z, that’s true,
but their strange standards I just can’t do.

I can’t be polite and abusive in one breath,
or worship celebs like they gave me life or death.

I won’t wear brands just to prove I belong,
or sip on a drink and call culture strong.

I can’t post my life just for Instagram views,
or cry “period, slayy” when I’ve nothing to lose.

I won’t call lust love, then hashtag “forever,”
or stage breakups in reels, claiming “healing’s so clever.”

So yes, I’m Gen Z by time and by name,
but with a little common sense, I don’t play that game.

There's glitter on your skin
But value in your flesh
A word in your mouth
And a song in your heart
Afraid to believe
What's become a mess
Not wanting to grieve
Or continue to progress
Hiding in your shadows
With your layers so thin
Terrified to accept
The shameful truth within

Who knew falling for you
could be this easy
I just know
every since you,
I've never been weary

I know I must not
care for you as much
separation is near
no, I never forgot

so kiss me hard
one last time
after which
you'll just be a wish, I make
with my every dime