I should've been a better friend
I should've been there for you
I should've known better...
But as much as it pains me
To admit such terrible truth
You know I've always been
The narcissistic type
And had to make it
All about me

Why couldn’t you love me!

That’s your question?

I loved you through everything.
I loved you when you hated yourself
I loved you so much I stopped loving me
I loved you so much I hated me
I loved you through it all.

Then when you loved yourself again?

My question is?

Why couldn’t YOU love ME enough
Through the same thing

The way that dusk
is the bed of dawn,
enveloping its light
with a blanket of stars

The way her body
is intimately drawn,
to the shelter of night
caressing her scars

©

They play tricks
to enslave me,
and seize me
by their vanity

I pray that God
will save me,
release me
from humanity

©

The craziest thing about a bridge is how it connects two things that have no business being connected.

It's interesting, the informational and cultural exchanges that result from such a bridging.

("Interesting" is an antisemantical word: void of meaning. Just filler, really. It doesn't mean anything.)

A bridge is a tool of conquest: allowing one land access to another, so that it may be subjugated.

A platform for seemingly well-meaning goats to impale and destroy any gatekeeping trolls.

Let me burn evermore
In a way I have never burned
before

Till the ashes
of my passions
cover the darkest night

Let us all learn to burn
till we yearn for light
and fight for sight
no more

you, yes, you
I need you to feel
more alive
and that's the end
the beginning of
any metaphor