i do not want to ***** myself open for you any more. i wish i could take back all of the love that i gave you and keep it for someone more deserving, keep it for myself. i did not care enough for myself in the past. i want to change that.
i recognize that i deserve better. i deserve love, goodness, and health. i deserve happiness. pure joy. i deserve to feel good things, no matter how i felt in the past. even when i am at my lowest, even when i feel that i hate myself, i will continue to respect myself enough to not ***** the love i need and want away from myself.
You can insult me all you want, boy Til I see the smoke coming out of your ears I have no tears for this I’m not scared of you anymore I have said such a thing about many But this time I mean it And maybe that’s what you think of as endearment And you’re just waiting for me to come back Because you’re scared you’ve lost a writer and you know what we do You’ve heard me talk about Lorde Writer in the Dark, well You’re scared you’ve just let a writer walk into the Green Light You knew who I was Granted, you really should’ve watched out when I stopped sending you poetry But you’re the one who wanted to love a writer in the dark It was your mistake, however you did You’ll hear every **** word out of my mouth and you’ll never be able to understand what I’m saying But you’ll know it’s about you You did this to yourself, boy And you can say all you want about how I’m repetitive But you can just be a theme now if you really wanted a change Nobody falls in love with poets because you’ll never really die But because of the things I’ll make you do you’ll wish the first thing you said to me was goodbye Because you’ll always know I’ll never tell you but your dying breath will be in vain You’ll still be alive somewhere At this point it’d be mercy Someday the world is going to know what you did, boy You didn’t break my heart I was never in love with you after all But I’m a writer And anyone with sense knows **** well you don’t get on a writer’s bad side So if your cries are that you didn’t study for this test on what poets do All I have to say is you should’ve known
so my best friend isn’t my best friend anymore. even though i made the decision the boy ought to be shaking in his boots
Towering above realities, A facade of sorts, of protection of security of isolation of preservation Attempts to bring down, break through.. chisel away piece by piece. claw, scratch, dig. Only the true get in.. Only the real get in.. Only the true persevere... Only the real persevere.
The mob, elites, journalists As well as poets like I To our environment-unfriendly bent Turning a blind eye Also tardy in asking "Why We ***** of mother nature's green mantle, While to maintain the statuesque It gets locked in a sever battle?" Equally not checking overgrazing, We allowed fertile soil and sand Amok,wild floods ride To a close by touristic lake, Whose mouth an expansion Used to make As much as its foreign body intake.
Soon,with the vast array of Flora and fauna it supports, Before we knew it The magnificent lake died Ceding place to a barren land, An eyesore that looked a dump yard!
We used to believe the talk about environment change is a far-fetched prognosis but things began to change before our eyes.Seasons simply bear their name their features are completely changed! Dedicated to Haromaya Lake!