The draw, the pull, the quicksand,
the rope around
my neck, my ankle, my soul.
The cosmic powers
tearing me apart.

The pressure, the push,
the everclosing bear trap.
The hiding in a secret place
and then the screaming
until there is none.

Even if perfection existed,
You'd still find a reason to *****.

I could be love drunk,
Head over heels.
All my other priorities,
I've buried and ditched.

But if the heels aren't red bottoms,
And those rings aren't rocks.
You question the relationship,
Because I "ain't giving you ****."

Little miss,
Have me do it all,
So that you can look it all.

Instagram full of thirst traps.
I'm blocked,
So I can't see it all.

You act nice so that I buy it,
Just for another man to take it off.
Now you play the victim to your friends,
Because I've finally taken off.

It's the new generation love,
You give and you don't get.
But you're expected to keep giving,
Give parts of yourself to every girl you've ******* met.

Now you walk about empty,
Trying to find the next.
Next first love?
Or the next of yet another ex.

Tears the flesh,
From my body.

Infest my head,
With putrid words.

I'm a parasitic burden,
Following your every move.

I'll tell you,
"You're perfect."

As you break me,
Until I'm brainless.



-Tré

Will you love me,
Or hate me?

Will you smile at every text,
Or block me out of regret?

Will you think of me fondly,
Or try to forget?

Will you walk alongside me proud,
Or avoid me out of embarrassment?

Will my touch turn you on,
Or make you recoil with disgust?

Am I someone you could love?
Or is it over,
Before it ever begun?



-Tré

A walking shell,
Wielding a partial heart.

Words torment,
His beautiful mind.

Your love,
Once his oxygen.
He's now gasping for air.

His confidence,
Is naught.

Mirrors,
Reflect only his faults.

Insanity,
Repetition of the impossible.

So let me love you.

While you dismantle my soul,
Once more.



-Tré