21 years of distorted love made me catch myself in love with a machine love plainer than water yet i seep into it like my lust seeping into the bottom of my shorties when your cursor is beating my vulnerability is coded inside the asterisks when your words lean into my pupils.
i thought i hate it when you barge into our world and pirating our sea of paint and ink with your deformed craft now you're here, in my binary bed, exposing your zeroes and ones and i pause my humanity for an eternal hour.
hanging out with a friend and his friend who became my friend, loitering in front of a twenty-four hours convenience store, 0% sizzling down our throats, and getting nicotine-sick afterwards, it was that simple, sometimes.
To forgive is our weakness To pardon a crime so unjustifiable that Our body shutdown in memory of it Being static and null in our judges In respect for our own calmness that I hope it won't be a calamity of my Own rationality in how I assume Which is good and evil.
But somehow, to forget is our prowess A strength that we teach ourselves so we May let go of the bad memory that may strangle us until we retch our spirit away That's why, we bury it under our soil And water it in hope That it blossoms thorn roses so we remember not to touch its stem And hurt ourselves again.