He was sure about seeing me
clearly. He wasn’t.
So, he thought I flashed
When I wasn’t so quick
To give, as if I’m in surplus.
As if id be so helpless
As to attach to him, but my whim
Would be stronger than
Anything he could ever fend.
He wasn’t hearing me clearly
When I offered my exit,
He’s reckless.
And with someone so prompted
You’d have to pray to see,
Too soft to touch
So my words are rough,
Never mind yesterday’s
All time high.
He knows what I want
Him to know, me
Aside from the deaths
And glories earned
Internally. Alongside
My trips and shit flips,
Never mind its what he needs,
My passion in other places,
Four too many faces
For him to witness, so
Soon and unapologetic,
So rampant
And difiant,
Nevermind
last night’s
Moment
Of
Weakness.
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