To whom I gifted my youth
No longer do I hold the potential of a boy called man.
I gave it all to you.
Now I hold the weight of what I should have by socal standards.
I gave it all to you.
I'd have spent my days, my years embracing every inch and curve.
I'd have given it all to you.
I poured my energy into our union and you siphoned it to shadowed forms.
You gave it all to them.
So I'll harness every ounce of numbing motive left and forge the me you wanted killing the me that loved.
I'll take it from myself.
I'll become perfected man made flesh yet waste it on my own.
I'll wither by myself.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
To whom I gifted my youth
No longer do I hold the potential of a boy called man.
I gave it all to you.
Now I hold the weight of what I should have by socal standards.
I gave it all to you.
I'd have spent my days, my years embracing every inch and curve.
I'd have given it all to you.
I poured my energy into our union and you siphoned it to shadowed forms.
You gave it all to them.
So I'll harness every ounce of numbing motive left and forge the me you wanted killing the me that loved.
I'll take it from myself.
I'll become perfected man made flesh yet waste it on my own.
I'll wither by myself.
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