You can fuck right off mate

and life feels like its falling apart and coming together all at the same time

Bientôt | Soon | /bjɛ̃.to/

They don’t know. They don’t know what it’s like. To get high with a stranger and have a good time. To laugh when his eyes burn. And they don’t know what it’s like. To feel lips on mine, after he left. They don’t know, do they? What it’s like. To hear sweet, rehearsed remarks after the monarch abandoned his lands. To want to be worth something to someone, anyone. What’s his name, again? His hands on my face, my neck, my shirt Finds her hips, loosens a buckle. But I don’t want this, I’m too lost, too distorted: somewhere else. The room, it’s swimming; not a room, a bed, drowning in rain Help me. They don’t know! Not ready, it hurts Stop. Please. Not him. Not him.