You may think you’re a wildflower Left to rot Die Be eviscerated But i know your worth I can show you the world Of love, and diamonds, and rubies, my love Tear your heart just to build it back up This is how you learn Continuous improvement is the name of the game Everything shallow you hold has a price to pay My girls not angry, shes not upset Shes just looking for a metaphor to channel her emotions into Something that makes sense I could dig up the entire graveyard to find bones for you Your necrophilia would still not cease to be satiated Seethe, grin, master Thats the name of the game you are after I love you, dont you know that Why cant you see how much you mean to me Every time you say my name, i feel raw to the bone The nakedness feels alert, on edge, on spice But you deal with chicken and rice Did you get that meal for free? Im just worried ill be too hung up over you to know what went wrong What could have gone right, what could have stayed strong DOMS, that is whats happening right now But who cares about the love stories of a girl from a gritty old city One day i will turn to dust, but im a fool to think my words will remain It doesnt make sense, no, it never will Why we give our hearts to the ones who will never love us back
DOMS: delayed onset muscle soreness someday i might refine this poem to mean something more today is not that day