There’s a brilliant world of words and wine Hidden behind the curtain: A barrier of stares and smiles Shyly given, modestly strained. Each subtle push Met with an even gaze.
Tell me more about yourself - Your secrets Your lies Your favorite memories Your darkest times.
There’s much more here Than society allows we breach On a first date meeting In the middle of the week.
Sure, you swiped right And that means you think I’m cute But do we have a connection Deeper than this Champagne flute? I don’t want to talk about the weather Or what your roommates do. This isn’t an ad on craigslist, You have nothing to prove.
Now you’re checking your phone At every silence *** we’re hardwired to our handheld Asylum. And if we aren’t leaving together The night's been a bust.
No gain, no loss, no truths to wrestle - No point finding a soul In a hollow vessel.
When in doubt blame the black man. Doubly so if it rhymes with that man, the ***** man. The cap man, the rack man. We got you on a lock man. Shoot em, **** em, **** em up, all the way up! Till he's nothing but black, man.
*** what could be worse than being black? A half-man. Ubiquitous; everywhere, but fits in with no man. Woman? The last said there's something off about that man.
All I did was swipe right, and now it feels like a wrong turn. "Maybe it's just not your turn yet." Or maybe I'm trying too hard, with nothing but bad bets. Feelings of desperation, manipulation is **** near perpetual. **** it. I'm just tryna get another quotable, man.
i think i'm doing fine but my friends think otherwise i only called you once yesterday and thrice today but that was only because i had to make sure you were still there because last time i had called the phone cut out cause you went through a tunnel
my friends say i need to open my eyes but aquarians are dreamy types and i broke my glasses so what difference does it make if i’m sleeping anyways? i'm 20 years old and that's not a lot boys think i'm cute but they think my friend is hot cause she ******* is
i keep getting high and redownloading tinder when i'm home alone in my living room with the office on repeat and my cats attacking my feet
meanwhile i'm getting annoyed because i'm just trying to eat and everyone keeps telling me i need some thicker meat on my bones and telling me i should watch my texts and to call if it involves **** or ***
my best friends are sleeping together i wish i could make this thing between us better but you kind of **** dude and i’m sorry but i don’t think i can talk to you without being rude so.. i guess i don’t really wish to change things after all
She doesn't understand my heart upon sleeve I'll never ever leave her something she won't believe my cuts ever part of me as blood within my veins every single part of me her love her kiss, sustains I'll never be the revelry or the heaven she desires but every single part of me the fuel upon her fires