People think I write, to connect
for respect
or to impress
But that’s not true
i write to survive being alone
I write love poems to people who don’t deserve them
so when they go
i know i deserved better
Love poems weed out the dead
Now if you want to get laid,
You perform, and ignore people
It’s the ignoring everyone after ward
That triggers one or two to want to conquer you
See, in the end
What you think chases you away
With this desperation
Is really a screen for me
Can you be
As beautiful as I am?
I’ll give you a chance
But you’ll fuck it up
and I’ll be left with these poems
Wondering if I got what I wanted
Cuz youre gone
But I’d do it all again
i crave. to create.
I don’t need. I Knead.