So tired, ******* exhausted of tired promises, promises You'll never keep, You know that You won't (So why do You make them?)
Not sure, I don't think the cave under the falls is worth the battering But you tell me you Miss Me Miss Me So I keep spending, Wanting the search
YOU, DEMOLISHER. I, BRICK ABANDONED. I am made of the substance You were built to ruin. You, Spender of Time, I, Timeless Monolith.
Take Me, Take Me, Take me down - Brick by brick You undo (with tiny meaningless hopeful phrases) Bat your eyelashes while you pocket my pieces So You can keep telling Yourself You're tender.
A poem for everyone everywhere on the tiresome journey to attain male love