Effortlessly not trying to shine,
Come with wind blowing north of you
Roots attached, shedding all but truth
Trust, there’s some deeply embedded fuckery of sorts
You know like how I carved the outline of my soul
Digging my heart, wasting good blood
Wrapping the beautifully scorned sculpture in non fragility
Your arms don’t even reach on low shelves
And high shelves gives too much credit to worthiness
Because I was never taught simple mathematics
So let’s complicate things
You know let’s pretend it’s pretty
And the brutal ugliness of he’s not that into you doesn’t appear so moon like
For the imaginary Kings are awaiting the Crimson liquor drenched we
The scent of me is too faint
So i drown myself in poignant self love self loathing bullshit my nose wakes up
Before my eyes
Still closed, still blind to imagery so clear
How I can still see the sun shining at its failing attempt to hide.
