There was a time when she cared
To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared
You gave her just enough to stay
And stay she did everyday
There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back
Every song related back to you, every soundtrack
One day, 3 am at night she laid there
Room dark, status of you being online a glare
She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied
Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified
Males are only useful if they are fertile
Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle
If liking men was a choice
Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.

i go extinct.
i fall in love.
i make believe
i never was.
everybody needs more time, i know i do.
im not the meek.
im not above.
im just a man
inside the love.
cant nobody understand aside from you.
thought i wasn't human -
alas, i bleed.
bodies in the forest become the trees.

you know that i love you,
i cant help myself.
the afterlife's forever, ever.

im half asleep.
im half my mom.
im not beneath,
"Its not enough".
everybodys out their mind, im overdue.
you know better than they do.
talking while im sleeping is
not unique.
thought i wasn't dreaming, then lost all my teeth.

you know that i love you,
i cant help myself.
the afterlifes forever, ever.

the sign says “beware”
and toxic air is everywhere.
nightmares want you to become more aware
so it must be fair
that you aren’t the one who gets to feel their glare.
it must be easier for you to say “take care”
than to actually be there.

That moment

There is a moment in your day when
you


YEET that empty can into a crowd full of people and SCREAM
"THIS BEVERAGE THAT I HAVE PURCHASED PREVIOUSLY AT THE MACHINE IS NOW EMPTIED OF IT'S CONTENTS PREVIOUS TO ME THROWING SAID EMPTY ALUMINIUM INTO A HALLWAY!!"

you and I
in the same space and time
is just undignified
my heart denied
dug up
glorified
you shut the door
and locked me outside
a sudden way to learn
the notion of goodbye

mistaken as civil,
but I am just still.
I am just sitting.
perfectly,
remarkably still.

a new dimension,
as warms tones welcome the cold air.
I watch the maple trees morph
simply,
they will shake off their dead weight
becoming bare
exposing their branches for a bitter winter.
firmly rooted,
safe and sound.

in your own world
repainting the walls
dying your hair
combatting the urge to make it all fall.
how I could make you see
this isn’t a limited belief
silent
your expectations of me

You made me feel everything,
And nothing at once.