the sufferer who hates to be thought of as a victim
the witness who knew before we did
and the narcissist who couldn’t care less
none of them know the difference
the bloom doesn’t come back from wilted
smell the flowers, cause who else will
between me, myself, and i
we're all good friends with plenty of benefits
except that i can be a dick sometimes
me, myself wants to know
why i won’t stand on business
no acceptions
no place for handstands
or, is it just because
Uranus is a disruptive planet
we don’t wonder what i get out of it
pride bruises my ego
mistakes hurt less than ignorance
it's not like i know the future
but my next step is my worst foot forward
so know to take an extra minute now
save myself for the later hours
red light misfits
38, 5’11, 130, bottom/vers-ish
some medicine kills us
whatever the limit is
push it, relentless
i, no victim of my lust
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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