we were created for each other
truly
not Adam and Eve
but Adam and Lilith

i was not created
from your rib
i was not created
to appease
your toxic masculinity

i was created
from the same clay
as you

equals
in the eyes of god

the hero who fought long enough to become the victim
the victim who was wronged long enough to become the monster

i wont glorify or romanticize heartbreak
for me it was a kind of death
and i was forced to keep on living

the feeling of powerlessness
that turns good men
cruel

-you know the oldest lie in history? is that power can be innocent

This is a story about two boys
The taller one has a gun tucked into his waistband
And thinks the bullets are meant for him
The older one has a record player in his head
He sings along to the same five songs
They know each other
Down to the color of blood
And the sound of bones breaking
But they are strangers
The one with the gun keeps forgetting the words
And the boy with the music Won't let him shoot

To be born
your body made a pact with death
And from that moment all it tries to do is cheat

A boy who shouldn't be alive
Who couldn't be his own person
Learning how to breath without permission
And live without hurting