I’m aesthetic but pathetic
A rhetoric that’s plagued me
It’s why I hide my identity
My words are the focus,
Not the face behind the mask
Ironically, it allows me to be my true self,
Not placed on a shelf like an old relic
I’ve fought against ‘me’ for as long as I can remember
January to December
A never ending ember
Like how we used to be,
Burn so bright, a beautiful synergy,
A perfect match, so the flame was gorgeous
But it must die sometimes
So I lost you and my head
Because you gave him yours
How many more do you invite to your bed?
I lost count
A forced amnesia of our time together
A time that I was sure would last for forever
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
I’m aesthetic but pathetic
A rhetoric that’s plagued me
It’s why I hide my identity
My words are the focus,
Not the face behind the mask
Ironically, it allows me to be my true self,
Not placed on a shelf like an old relic
I’ve fought against ‘me’ for as long as I can remember
January to December
A never ending ember
Like how we used to be,
Burn so bright, a beautiful synergy,
A perfect match, so the flame was gorgeous
But it must die sometimes
So I lost you and my head
Because you gave him yours
How many more do you invite to your bed?
I lost count
A forced amnesia of our time together
A time that I was sure would last for forever
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