i'll never be a poet

our story all along

i'm writing a book
would you like to take a look?
every night i add page after page
angry red ink bloodying the stage
i set in my mind- the curtains are drawn
and you dance like a puppet along to my song
you slap me with imbecilic ideas
so bold and so wrong, dear
hands powdered on my face
you should know your place

and are you gaslighting me
or am i really in the wrong
we aren't perfect, yeah
anyone can tell from this song
maybe we will never be
maybe that's our story all along
maybe that's our story all along