Our Love

I feel as though I wasn’t made of ribbons and bows

I walk a little crooked, you reap what you sow

You can spend hours amongst hours distracting yourself

The lies you cover yourself in, I always know

Do you spend your hours covered in beauty without me?

I’m selfish I know, I want you all to myself really.

I honestly fucking resent you when you talk.

Your words end up being so mediocre or bittersweet.

All I’ve expected was honesty, but I don’t think you could even do that for yourself.

Instead I’m placed up high as a placement on your shelf.

You make me feel nothing yet everything all at once.

I think I’m tired of living in your shadow, ridden in dust.

Realistically you’ll never be what I need, you can’t even imagine what that may be.

Why must I beg for love from an excuse of a man.

A wall high of excuses and disgust, you make me feel so dirty.

I will never be enough for you to love wholeheartedly.

You’re a monster but we’re so alike, I think the more we try the more it’s worse honestly.

I will never try to love you for the rest of my life, that’s my only consistency.