He Loves Me Not

he loves me not, he loves me

guess that fucking daisy lied

I could use some help right now

but I cannot swallow stale pride

keep running in place while he leaves me behind

he has a smile on his face, I’ve got a war in my mind

walking around alone

trying to adapt to uncertainty

money is a hassle and pain is never free

I can’t connect with Nathanael West

even though I think I should

writing bad poetry that melts paint off walls, rotting any wood

I’m in some type of rut

a hell I can’t escape

my muses are m.i.a.

I’m overdue for a break

a breakdown

he loves me not, he used to love me

Autumn will kill these wild daisies




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