I need a warm back to put my cold feet on. My head hangs high, I could never put defeat on

Your features. Desire festers and pesters the Paranoid ear. Tell me your truths. What do you fear? May I draw near to your hART my deer? As a dear pantheth forth, MY waters flow w Force, cumming after Thee. I could never put defeat on you,

But I wear it like a crown, yes I’m the Jester, what is this gesture? Why do you frown? You said you like my goofy, but you’re mad I’m The Clown? Go crazy Go Stupid, w that MAC- [stop] this is S Class, pussy-footage.

You’re taking all the flicks, and you lick me insane, I’m fuzzy, can’t remember, but I’m giving him brain. But he can’t remember my GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN NAME. He thinks that I’m her, that We are the same. I was calling you, sir. But no one can tame, a lame, crippled WARlock

gridlocked with pains that would drive a common man completely insane. You think I cry with weakness, but the STRENGTH I use to hold back this rage is like the Ultimate. Beast Cage, I’m a kaijuu, straight out the bayous, the world spat us out, They can BUY YOU nigga. You’re aren’t your own they ain’t bye you nigga. I CANT BE OWNED, BY YOU NIGGAS. I am my own, I’m not bi you niggas.

I am the Pan, and I thrive in the Fire. My soul is a Flame, and my Passion Desires, more than a Name, so I’m fatally wired, I’m am so drained by all that you Require from me. I cook the sauces of your recipes. I am Your Warmth, you can find Rest in me. But please just oh please, I’m not an Enemy. I just want to love you I-

WHY CANT YOU SEE I-

it’s okay to be me. It’s okay to be me. ITS OK2b111

Non-binary, Seventh, Heaven, Death, Perfect in C

a NAGISA, A love whipped See, rising to Cian, My redundancy

My Eternally, Ended, Final Fantasy. My Cloud, My Impresionist, Complacencies. I am sorry I couldn’t perform our fantasy. I just couldn’t find my energy. But when I’m in all of this pain, it’s hard to be vulnerable you see. I’m scared of your touches turned hurt to me, I don’t want to interpret the worst of yee and your SWEET sweet thoughts, your humanity, your love, and understanding. I couldn’t see, how to trust me. To love you with words properly. I couldn’t speak, and I was afraid my demons would Peak out and scare you. When I care so much for you. I’m a Siren, soulless songs, but maybe sing along. If I can join the throng, maybe I can understand. Why pain flows from my hands, instead of helping, healing thots like ours.

the hours pass and I realize I’m talking to fast. The seconds past and I see in your eyes that I’m last, you put yourself first and we’re stuck in our Pasts, I should’ve gone first, I knew I couldn’t last

under scrutiny, so We threw a Mutiny, a Communicative effort, a last minute resort, now I suffer retorts, and distant sand pain. Your silence is deafening, riding me insane, don’t dictate my narrative THIS ISNT A GAME