chicken dancing on a grill

Current mood: quixotic


I’m not as fake as they say. Not as plastic as you may have heard. I changed the way I felt and I am afraid you couldn’t. Give me a reason to take your clothes off. You Hate that I don’t see this the way you do. Jealousy is your obsession. My confession is lacking charm. Your wishing my arguments away and leaving me to walk. I’ll leave this untouched and leave you dressed. Nightly encounters lacking of lust. Choosing a different road and wondering why you didn’t come. You see harm where there is none. Maybe one day I’ll will see him like you assume I do. Till then screw you. Treat me right and make it literal otherwise keep up with the belittling and I’ll keep on the extra layers.