Self-Stimulation

I’m not here

For your pleasure

I don’t exist

To be your toy

As from now,

Myself,

I have reclaimed

For me alone

To enjoy

Deluded

It doesn’t matter

What I say

It makes no difference

What I do

You will always believe

Your own bullshit

Despite it obviously

Being untrue


Exhausting

There
must be
a way
to make
you see

You’re
lying to
yourself
as much
as me

(Originally Posted 19.01.2020)

Screwed

If we’d had a plan

When all this began

Perhaps we could both advance

But as things are

We’ve gone too far

And now none of us

Stand a chance


Obvious

At a
different
time

In a
different
place

The
answer
would
stare
us

Right
in the
face

(Originally Posted 30.11.2019)

Clear Cut

To be fair

If you did

I wouldn’t need

To confess

As it radiates

From me

Like stale beer

And cigarettes


Emptiness

At one time
perhaps
I would have
said yes

But the
desire now
I no longer
possess

Should you
ever try
your love
to profess

To this
emptiness
inside I
would confess

(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)

It Isn’t Always Metaphorical

I’m not quite sure

If this needs any more

As my request is perfectly clear

Sometimes my implication

Requires no explanation

Just as is the case here


Submission

Ah well

What the heck

Put your hand

Around my neck

And squeeze

(Originally Posted 20.07.2020)

Obvious

In a
different
time

At a
different
place

The
answer
would
stare
us

Right
in the
face

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