complementary colors constantly strewn from our mouths as the words we breathed found harmony;
such a brief encounter, but we’ve stretched so deep;
memories of moonlit nights that i’ll forever keep.
I thought I felt seen, but I was actually over looked.
When did I start accepting intimacy undercooked?
When will I stop letting what I’m looking for walk all over me?
When will I know it’s time to just cut it off clean?
When I close these doors, rest assure that they’re locked.
My heart is big, but a fool I am not.
I’m so fucking disgusted.
What do you mean you can’t do it?
You have the gift so why don’t you use it?
You are the creator.
You haven’t realized this faster?
Play time is over.
There’s no time to cry.
So build your fucking empire.
Welcome to your new life.
thought i was depressed,
turns out im just unimpressed.
too stressed to rest, I’d realize as I got undressed.
your eyes, never quite impressed but you’ll settle for second best, I guess. forever searching for what’s next to digest the regret that you never actually address.