i.

i am.

A fucking pool of water

Un(but so)disturbed

Empty

Reflective

reflective

This was once a good day

It ended when she

Heaving, dark and

Falsely pleas(ed)ant.

On a cloud for seconds

And ripped

So, so viciously

From your detrimental kaleidoscope of night visions

From the momentary power youth gives you

You are nothing

Dirt.

And all of nothing you do is worth nothing

Not the labour or the tears

Not the anger or the noise

I like the screaming music

Not the only barely sipped glass

Of iced tea

Your sweat.

ALL FOR fucking.

Her.

She doesn’t see beyond her peripheral vision

Shame isn’t it ?

Looking in different directions

My horizon isn’t your horizon

I love you mom.

« I hate it when you do that. »

I hate it when you fucking talk to me

Like i am your problem

Your super big

Gargantuan

Problem… child

(what have i done now ?)

like i’m the ultimate

thorn in your side

When i’ve only been sitting here all this time

Bingeing out of anger

And trying

To make you love me.