The screen shines bright in the dark room.
“I want to do stuff.”
Stuff, you say, you
check not, you peck, you
expect.
You wreak.
I refuse, you confuse
if I love you. I cannot
defuse you, I cannot
amuse you–
unless I yield
to you.
I cannot–
Your words pile like boulders
on my shoulders, pain
so great you create.
I cannot–
I shed off the boulders
one by one,
I cannot–
it starts to feel colder;
my bare shoulders, soley
for you. I cannot–
intimacy, soley
for you.
I cannot be with you.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
The screen shines bright in the dark room.
“I want to do stuff.”
Stuff, you say, you
check not, you peck, you
expect.
You wreak.
I refuse, you confuse
if I love you. I cannot
defuse you, I cannot
amuse you–
unless I yield
to you.
I cannot–
Your words pile like boulders
on my shoulders, pain
so great you create.
I cannot–
I shed off the boulders
one by one,
I cannot–
it starts to feel colder;
my bare shoulders, soley
for you. I cannot–
intimacy, soley
for you.
I cannot be with you.
