I can't do what you need me to do Not naturally capable Unable to be who you want me to be Impossibly impossible I might fight the fight you wish me to fight Adrenaline is incredible Shouldn't have to bow or bend to your will Especially if we're equal I refuse to kiss the ring like you're expecting Laughably satirical This polished **** won't gleem like you'd like it too Completely unreasonable
I'm not afraid of gods Not particularly afraid of man The ones that give me pause Are the ones who think they themselves Are made in the image of their gods Gods by association, what are the odds? They will stop at nothing To hide the fact They're both a fraud I swear to god
Sometimes, I wish I could stop breathing for more than a minute. Because breathing means I'm fighting. And God, I can't tell you the last time I thought I had a good reason why. Maybe it's in my blood. Maybe it's just a matter of time. Or maybe, just maybe... you don't need to have a good reason to fight.
I'm forced to dam the tears A practice made perfect through the rough years Not because I don't care Not because I can't care Not because I don't want you to know they're always right there But because if I let them begin to pour I can't convince myself I could stop them anymore There's a nonzero chance I could be crying for years Long past the pain and far beyond the fears So I **** the tears
In the depths of my soul, a question does arise. When will I cease to weave verses about your guise? For with every breath, your essence fills my pen, And my words dance in rhythm, again and again.
I'll keep crafting poems about you, night and day.
my roots weave a basket in this shallow *** wish i got more than i got wish i got what i sought my face feels different in the mirror now shot with an arrow but it i caught the only thing i could ever stop wish i got what it sought
I wake up to blue light I see it when I close my eyes
frustrated and weighted by comparison I filter my intensity condense my personality I show tongue and teeth but no failures or flaws
I see you in your squares, in all your glow I want to see the dirt under your fingernails want you to see me cry, my pores up close, counting your eyelashes I don't want to see twenty pictures res of the same sunset cascading down a feed that never fulfills shades changed and tweaked at exposure I am exposed ever day but am I known I want to see the world by your side not through your phone hear the sunsets reflect in your tone
I don't want to lose a bet with myself that I don't stare I don't scroll lose my evening to a screen my life to anxiety of how people see me but I want to be seen
I want to know you beyond squares and validation screams content for moments till I review my content view myself in the eyes of another a narcissistic shudder I doubt and judge myself wishing not to compare not to care yet impulse is too lovable addiction and algorithmic luring habits savaged a daily instinct to share to show my life through squares
