I feel like I'm imposing
Which isn't fair for you to do,
It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside
I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was
I thought we we're doing this anymore
But you're telling them things, with context
And I'm over here, lost and alone
pushed out.
They know and I don't, which isn't fair
you're supposed to come to me with this stuff
I thought we were closer.
subjugated to solitude eternal,
only perceiving and watching love,
maybe receiving it but never understanding it
never internalizing it
it bounces off. Doesn't stick,
unkept and unruly and unclean.
Beautiful pink flowers and brown muddy waters
Green bushes and bristles, pushing out from the bank into the sun
Weeds sprouting out, growing and growing
I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,
leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.
I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight
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