righteousness

everyman left in misunderstanding;

heard every word i speak, yell, and scream.

this everyman never intended to appreciate it.

until the everyman did

far more than is ever needed.

everyman needs to hear it:

not here to please any everyman but myself first;

not here to hurt some everyman, either;

least of all, some everyman i'm in love with;

and if i don't respect my boundaries,

the flow of my energy,

why would everyman care if i cry about sour milk;

if i dig in and peel back my skin

the everyman can see right through me;

and he doesn't need smoke or mirrors -

not any more.

i am here to love and be loved,

to be fucking righteousness,

if righteousness is his middle name.

no other everyman lives my life,

so how very fucking dare any everyman try be my judge,

even on a cloudy day,

when i don't see the sun for its shine.

cause when the sun shines on the everyman every day,

how could it be special when it does?

some everyman i'm in love with,

but he doesn't even love himself.

some everyman i'm in love with -

i'm in love with every one.

some everyman i'm in love with.