you should not push an opinion nor force it into a small mind it may explode at the ears and lose the hearing the next time when opportunity may arise where those words may be recieved into small parts, in smaller bits and pushed in with ease
My favorite meal (apparently) Is eating crow ****** every day Devoured like ice cream On a hot day I'm a hot mess Words equate land mines Going off without warning Disguised as words Play me a fool I thought I was helpful But alas Set the gasoline on fire Let it light the way Use me as a bridge And light me aflame And they say You should talk more What do I get from that Besides explosions And feathers in my teeth But with lips sewn shut I won't be eating anything So crow is better than nothing Only because starvation Takes 45 days I lack the patience
Fabulist am I Then you're the fable A lie that I devised to keep us stable When wild lust finally died there wasn't much left We felt, peaked, then denied, bereft of clarity How much was hope How much charity Who knows, but this much is clear If there's an untruth here We are
If that's love, I don't want it. If we argue everyday about minuscule money problems, I don't want it. If you're gonna lie to me in order to "make me feel better", I don't want it. If even after I accept your flaws you disrespect me, I don't want it. If I'll never be the only chick as opposed to the side or main chick, I don't want it. If I'm always giving and never receiving, I don't want it. Especially when you know my love language is receiving.
Made to fight against each other, In this battle for us to suffer. Shedding blood sweat and tears, For someone with a bitter taste. Sacrificing everything I have, Turning all of it to ash. There you'll sit in your little throne, With your little puppets to play. All the dead bodies waltzing in your ball, Those that have given their all. Even if my life was surrendered, You're still so self centred. Never will you look at me, Never will you care about me, Even if I've given all of me.