Handle yours.

No paddle boards.

I might be floored

From the windows up.

Console me

Don’t lecture me,

Just please.

Before you fill my cup.

Touch me and –

– I might erupt.

I love you –

-but- baby, please wake up.

Love on me

-don’t conquer me.

Give me some space

-and we might link up.

More than often

-After coffin,

But not often

-Fuck you cuz

-I love you but-

-You don’t “ fess up.”

I Caught you lying

-To my face, you got erased .

But Now

I’m flying.

Love has died,

And-Don’t know why

-And, Now you crying.

“Bitch, I’m done.“