you don’t like my intensity
call me drama
when life is full of fuckery
and fakery
but I’m not fake
I’m not ever gonna be like you
just for your fucking sake
but the loss of you
came at the loss of a part of me
and all you did
was see it as drama
well fuck you
when you someone you love dies
and you just get angry and drink yourself into a further fucking asshole fuck
I’ll just carelessly watch you
and remember how you crushed my love
and laugh as you run a muck
shit out of luck
and feel nothing for you
because you killed that in me
the day you
made the choice
to not care
and make me feel bad
for being human
for being real
for thinking I could count on you
for thinking you could deal
but you only know
how to take, use steal
and beat the love right out of me
but now I can clearly see
how fucking scared you are
of being close
so scared you made yourself believe
that you don’t need anything
don’t need anyone
don’t need anything
all that is real
you hate
and think is fake
and I don’t want anyone who’s too afraid
of anything.
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wow! A powerful poem! ❤
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