Im so ******* tired
Of my house
And it's 1900s
Morals
No *** till marriage
They say
No dating a girl
They say
No dating a black guy
They say
Well
*******
I can love who I want.

I hate this
I hate myself
I hate that we changed
That we had to heal
Had to separate
I feel it in my blood
We are different

What's wrong?
What's wrong oh god whats wrong everything is wrong
Nothing is right
Unless I'm being held by someone
I cry for you
My souls reaches to you

I don't think either of us can do this anymore
I don't think it's healthy
Or okay
To be with eachother at morning
And someone else during the day

Can't you tell
I'm always going to want you?
You could leave me now
For depression and death
You could leave me now
For a hundred years
And I could fall in love
A million times
And get married
And have kids
But when I see you
Even if I'm old and gray
I'd still take your wrinkled hand in mine and kiss it.
Whisper
"oh darling how I've missed you so"
In your ear
And think *finally

My arms tell a story nobody likes to hear

I kissed her and she tasted
Like cigarettes and the
Gucci guilty she uses to cover the smell
She tasted like regret and tears
She tasted like desperacy
As if she'd never kiss my lips again
And her tongue was so sweet
Pressed against mine
Softly moving
She and I, we feel the same.
Except maybe im
Just a little more numb.