Branded me is what you did.
And then explained your way out of my pain.
I forget how effortless you live.
With the trials and tribulations being everyone’s fault but your own.
You claim you care, but I would believe AI’s authentication over yours.
Overcompensation is your middle name.
What for? That’s behind a closet door.
Your laugh is fun. Nothing else is.
Hiding in plain sight.
The way you don’t have to think before you do frightens me.
Being uncomfortable doesn’t exist. Borrowing doesn’t exist.
You’re owed everything in your mind.
Like a rose blooms, I picture myself being the same.
You won’t wait for the beautiful petals. You’re fixated on the green that encapsulates the flower. Green for money? Disregard that for now.
Maybe if you touch the rose it’ll grow faster?
The rose, indefinitely, will turn into a Venus fly trap if you proceed to touch her.
You found that out quickly when the rose did transform to such,
Both are beautiful.
That might be what we have in common. How easy beauty can be found in our eyes.
Beauty in simplicity? You’d agree.
I like complex. You ignore complex.
That’ll never change.
Why you’re more accepted is beyond me.
I want equal is the biggest lie I’ve ever told.
I want celebration, tenderness, eye crinkles.
You want coincidence.
I want intention.
Fate is cool.
You see fate as fairytales.
I see fate as inevitable.
Terrified is to say the least about this life for me.
I know rock bottom is a trampoline and I will always bounce back.
You’ve never had to think about rock bottom.
Towel warmer is something of a dream for me.
You’d expect as much.
Privilege is implied.
I have to fucking announce respect.
Hope and faith are all that I have.
And you think both are funny and lighthearted.
And you laugh.
I’ve got the branding iron in my hands now.
Would you like the same treatment?
[Image Description: a torso, light high waisted pants, a top that is baby blue with butterflies and does not cover the torso at all. Two necklaces are shown, one so near and dear to my heart (that is in that torso), one a plastic set of beads for my birthday celebration. My thumb is in the corner, the bottom of my curls in the picture as well. This photo caters to men but in the way that I am an acquired taste but I will continue to be. This is my video, a still from said video. Love with your whole chest. Talk to you soon baby.]