people like you
it makes me sad that people
like you have to exist
you think i’m such a flaming faggot
and you mean it in hateful ways
maybe it’s true, and
you will set me upon your lips
smoke me deep and inhale me
I just want you to love me.
you see me as the cancer-stick.
i am just a girl, i am an adult.
it makes me sad that of everyone
i ended up with a parent
that can’t understand
that her daughter isn’t her
and i will never be you,
so just let go.
it’s people like you
that make this world an ugly place
winter could be beautiful
but your hateful words
shake the trees leaves to the ground.
it makes me sad that i could be so happy
but you are so
god-damned fucking opposed to
seeing that happening
so i sneak, you won’t know.
but i will not be happy.
only when i’m with her
do i understand,
“yes you are,
or maybe no one is.”
maybe i can put words onto paper or screens
that actually have meanings
you’re just to shallow to read them.
for what they are.
you’re just to self-absorbed to read me
for who i am.