I’m still fucked up over you.



You want what’s easy,

never worked or grown,

life is too short you think,

to make any effort at all.

you looked at the water,

dipped a toe in and pretended to swim,

told stories of commitment,

you never committed to at all.

what’s below the surface?

you’ve never cared to find out,

just scan quickly and flee,

So you’ll never have to doubt,

who you are or what,

questions ask too much.

just stay on the surface,

where you’re safe, it’s scary beneath,

andĀ imagine you’veĀ tried,

while you stay right where you were.





The end

I honestly can’t believe you did this to me,

it seems your goal was to make me cry,

just to prove you can,

to show your power,

to bring in and reject,

and destroy.

You came to eat away the layers,

in attempt to find meaning,

but left just as quickly,

unconcerned for me.

it was so easy for you.

i wonder what it’s like,

to throw things away so easily,

and act without remorse,

or consideration.

that I might be human.

The end