Category: Excruciawaiting

Im here to be clear in the truthYou do you You are dear but the fear can confuse Ive been taught that i aught to consume.every girl in the worldAs tho proof That im worthyTo be a man cuzThey spewThis lieThat iHave to be inside youto feel part of how beautiful you are But thats…

she has one priorityto torture meshe needs to prioritizeother guys she says she likes my poemsi sit at homeand write alone about where she goesher yays and woesand all the boysshe bones they dont treat her very welland hell, thats great when i sitat homegettting stonedwriting poems alone mastercan i masturbate? you wander round sucking…

im kind of a little kida bit of an idioti believe in stupid shitridiculousnesslike kissing princessesits all so mysteriousI’m innocentit must feel weird not to trusti love everyone our relationship has not begunyet i slay dragonsfor love do you believei know youre the one?oh nohow come?well thats irrelevent forget him,this mornings done! when the nightcomes…

You cant have itIf you take it for grantedIve gotten my ass kickedEnough to have had it Art is at atlasA map to get past shit I arrived and i ranMy heart till its rancid Entirely candidwhen i should have canned itwho could have planned it?You and i on this planetPlanting a panic Make it…

she dont deserve itim still at her serviceits my purposebut not on purposeto be in her purse isthe pain that i purchase she is my merchanti pay cuz its worth it does it hurt? a bit. but who knows what this earth is?where we burn till we burstis there a law we should learn?its a…

she says she likes to meditatethen do cocaine on tinder datesshe thinks im a mental casesending poems i should erase listen broshes self destructiveshe dont knowwhat the fuck love is she achesfor menwho hatethemselves you were not madefor that hell days wasted waiting in a cellunder constant stress that strains my health how am i?…

you had one of thoseterribly badbreaking weeks and you saymy little streamof constant poetryprotected your heartfrom the worst of the pain thank you

i look at youAnd tell the truth

Prophetic poetrya pernicious profession Where one most protestTheir own protection I cant help but mentionyou are a perfection

How does someone tryTo write a poem? Just do not dont.