TOPIC: there's little else to hope for, aside from this moment
I’m alive and killing time, lost within these lines
Down shifting through the margins I jotted by design
I’m caught between what rhymes and what I’m trying to say
Attempting to type a gift but the wrapping wants to fray
I tip my cap toward the few who mastered their craft
spreading wings to fly the coup meanwhile I’m captured and trapped
A viscous circle circulating verbiage as currency
I deserve love certainly, but it’s deserted me purposefully
“Try harder” they say, “you’ll win them over soon enough”
“You’re not good you dud, the love you seek will leave you fucked”
Stuck between a rock and a fist with dreams of being big
Fighting demons in my head, another swing and a miss
The kicker is... realizing not caring can work
Allowing hands to strike keys without thinking a word
Blowing steam while snuffing dreams of being beaten’s absurd
I’ll take that L and burn that bitch to a roach, thoughts are potent…
observe
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