I don't care if nothing stops hurtingI grew up with youKnowing your momentary flirtingWas the trueEpitomeOf tooLittleToo late.But fuck if I don't miss your giggle,And feeling your body weight.
He makes me illWith his repetitive quips-Its like he has spilledAll that he sipsNever caring if it is distilledOr from someone elses lips;He'd have killed(Me)Till dripsOf bloodDid flipsAnd went thud-Like whipsIn the mud.Cause with meHe swore he was witnessingSome great horrorLike my sickening state of existenceMade him look for more,Or less tenseOf a woman.
DeathIs thick, and moroseLike the last breathOf an overdose-And what's leftBut me, loving you most.
HeFound me in a bottleAfter weBought allOf the shelves.(And what a crawl)Was the war on ourselves.
Stupid green catastrophesIn unseen formatsAnd I am the space betweenThe bath matsAnd as for mathI've amassedToo many brittle tendonsTo count.But i still defend them(My perfect mistakes)If only for the bit of wisdomI acheNay, yearnTo understand.
Sweet virginTastes likeSome versionOf waste I'dSubmerge in.But some urge inMy insatiable smileTold me not to stayWhileYou stray.And I'llAdmitTo wildPitsOf filed rageBut it'sSomething I've reconciledWith.
Why can't it be?You sarcastic manWhy can't it be you, and me?I'm hopelessly lost, can'tWe talk?Cause I feel like a plantRotting at its stalk;Because I like you more than I do not.We never cared about the clockJust drinking beer and smoking potBut a lot of what I thought(About us)Was in my headOr atleast,That's what what's [...]
He tucked his jeans into his bootsAs he buckled his belt,Careful not to break her rootsOr awake her.She had so many fruits,He didn't think he could make herHappy.For he isn't the maker,Sappy,Or a fakerKnowing actually-Her happiness was up to her.Be that as it may,She wasn't so sure;He was anything but a rainbow in the greyWorld [...]
I loved you firstAs a young bird.And it was the worst,Much like these misplaced words.I loved you againWhen my voice was hoarseAnd I could feel you on my skin,Like lingering sand.I loved you moreBy the palm of your handsAnd the way they played forWhatever they could win.I loved you stillWhen you wouldn't let me inAnd [...]
Sometimes I pray to leave my body-But instead I cry it outTill I'm groggy,And trapped in a flout;So please forgive me for my foggyDisposition.I said please forget me,You needn't listen-I do not gleam!I do not glisten!In fact I am of victimOf my own ill-fated decisions.But this isn't my belatedWay of stopping the song,It's a feeling [...]