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 ;)
but a thought sends me so far. chastise my shadow until im gone pick at the lies until they scar, words cut like knives yet mean nothing at all the noise has no regard I try so hard, no one sees the struggle to intervene
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.
the possibility of you and I returning to the same space and time is rather undignified. my heart was denied dug up and glorified you shut the door, then locked me outside. what a way it was to learn the sudden notions of goodbye.
It’s bittersweet the way that you stole my key and let it fall down your sleeve. back and forth like a clock not sure where the hand will stop. a tad unaware and blind to the simple repair, the solution to make wrongdoing fair. I closed my eyes and I imagined a field. in this place, everything that I feel is real. every word every glare every touch rests there. you closed your eyes you tried to relate, but why would you want to? you create this box where I sit patiently watching the clock waiting for something to not feel like a loss. so I’ll keep it discreet- if you knew you had a chance starting over, or living in repeat which would make you feel the most at peace? so I closed my eyes again and I imagined a field, It’s bittersweet.
"Out beyond the ideas of right-doing and wrongdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." - Rumi