been having nights lately
where I listen to kendrick lamar
far from distracting me,
the music triggers thoughts
you're too dumb to understand.
if I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it?
bitch my undying loyalty only exists
for the wrong people.
I wish the dark room affected me
moral of the story,
no matter how intellectually superior I
claim to be, I still don't know why
everything gotta be about you
/
none of this makes sense but fuck it
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
