Lost love, love I’m losing
Is consuming me
I know there are good people out there
But I’m scared of them
I’m scared of people who don’t seem flawed

But she is, and it’s beautiful
Only she seems to be missing anger
Anxiety, angst, and teary-eyed things
Nights when I want to dig my fingernails into the soil
And make it bleed.

I’m so tired of polishing art
But I don’t want to be a pretentious “artiste”
Please darling call me a visionary
Don’t say you didn’t get it
Or you’ll be the uncultured one
Where can I get a refund for the human experience?

Uninstall interaction
I don’t want to know what they think
In fact, *let’s pretend they don’t exist