It feels like the high
after hitting a perfect crescendo,
the final note of a symphony,
the last riff of a guitar solo,
the hum of an amp after the last strum,
the lights dimming at the end of a concert.
Whatever happens next, it doesn’t matter.
Because at least
someone will read these words
and know?—
for once?—
they’re mine.
Today 1:21 PM
Shoulda spit the details / pre the derail /
now I’m textin’ this / confessin
My heart bails on fairy tales /
mind all hails to one obsession
I inhale the ‘me n’ you’ /
exhale transgression while undressin’
I break hearts with no intention /
just a side effect of methods
Reign-man wired me / to never need /
connection or affection
Maybe Crazy’s rainin’ / Baby /
detachin’ after satisfaction
Years of people pleasin’ / loved ones leavin’ /
‘til I’m seizin’ what I need
They all leave me / on cold streets an’ /
now I’m seekin’ selfishly
Some believin’ / this heart’s less when /
