My dad ran away when I was fourteen
So I’ll run into your arms, faking, unclean
You’re standing all ready with dull satisfaction
You think you’re fooling me into thinking this is protection
Play the way you feel
But have fun while I steal
Your chase and game from under you
I can have my fun
Without this
I don’t feel for you:
You don’t feel bliss
This was never about exposure
But about running away from closure
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know
So stick to practicing punches you’ll throw
I love myself
Too little, too much
And so I open my legs
And let you walk away untouched
There’s no depth to this
You’re no prize
Nor are you my fear,
Any more than you’re
My dear I want to cut you
Feel nice
Cut you
When I do, I'll feel nice
My sinuses are full and I spit on you
I’m not going to wait and watch
I’m not that polite
I don’t play fight or flight
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