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.
So sick of tired of men that i drafted out a whole poem. Enjoy ;)
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.
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!!"
乁(ಥ ͜ʖಥ)ㄏ I was writing something serious but then I said why not and wrote something hideous. I happen to enjoy spicy crunchy juice water.
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.
happy fall YALL. hope everyone is doing good and living their best life. thanks for reading :)