to be sorely misunderstood

at the cost of separations

from those once considered family

i couldn’t convince you of my intentions 

because you live in fear

of the truth

downcurrent from a high time

want to leave but can’t make up my mind

you should be in my bed

you should answer to things i said

i turn hot as soon as you make me cold

i never listen to what i’m told

i don’t understand what amuses them

to be vile and ironic beyond sense

you think you’re incredibly deep

i’m embarrassed by how low how steep

gender neutral passions phasic

this brilliance of yours is really basic

pretty barista

sometimes i don’t know what to say because i don’t know what i want.

i know something has to change but i will stubbornly plod along the same way 

ruled by emotions and desires

but i know i have to let go

it’s so nice outside and i don’t want to be so depressing but i haven’t found a good enough reason to go out. i don’t want to see people and my phone bill isn’t important enough. don’t call and fade away. i’m not getting the world right now. conversations make me tired. and people have this way of breaking my heart when they get too close.