Was I supposed to get it off my mind?
Was I meant to find solutions
To my mania
And bind trauma to prospects?
Like…
Was I under obligation to cry?
Like…
Then try techniques
To pry open the sites
You deposited
Your burden into
Before lock up
And sprint to
The next?
You flex muscle over limp neck.
Text tiny tongued faces
To test
But I think of you less
Yesterday
And now
I want to press myself into his chest-
Stress the skin stretched-
Over his dense-
Hosting-
Slow roasting-
Sex.
With digression-
And dregs.
But ultimately going stray-
To my stiff ways-
Promising the next-
Will be my best-
And that I’m just-
Out of-
Practice.
Don’t judge me for this one
-Please
Remember me tomorrow
-Please
That counts
Everytime you dropped me
I just learnt how to better bounce
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 