he might want me to fix him
but he doesn't want to be fixed
and i'd do anything to get him
to do anything but the same
but nothing is going to change
bad dreams eating him alive
consent to me is sexy always
and mutual respect is arousing
but first i need to be conflicted
show me what i'm losing for it
to chase tweets and rabbit holes
the perfect post, by yours truly
by the portion of volume alone
there is nothing more hollow
entire cities replaced by sinkholes
gamble in the bush replacement
none for the one bird already had
all over and covered in crumbs
i know you want forgiveness too
another lie i tell myself for you
i can even justify being your fool
because you said, "i love you"
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
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i am only responsible for what i say
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not for what you understand
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you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
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or you may not
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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