Apr 27
Once
apon a
time you
were taller than
me, I use to look up
to you . Hows that going
for you ? Once apon times I
would brush air over my head just
so the movement would distract you from
how far I cut in too short . Apon times it would
bother me that the difference was noticeable, that you
would see my lack of intimate as provable. Times have changed,
little did you know by the end of your era you would still be here Standing the same. Little did you know you would be the real one to blame. Little did I know your height was what had me slouching, your leg to my ribs, pressed upon my shoulders and gripes, shouting.
Little did I know I wasn’t really going insane, l cant believe your rip of me was all really for a ticket to fame. Time I found out why your height never spurt, Why it blew out, why your back and knees always hurt. Just the fact of now knowing why there were weird holes your shirt... how your goal was to make my pain part of your game and observe... You had me light headed, dizzy and wishing my mother never gave birth. Intervals have changed, just like how you grew into your shoes and out of my height, One clock later I grew out of shattered glass and my completely torn tights. I thank the tik that the rhythm of the tok never fully aligned, that the moment was never really right, that I could always wear heals and feel just fine. At this point there is nothing l cant
survive. I enjoy the breeze down here. Without your
throats thunder over my head.
Without me on my knees praying my life
wouldn’t keep feeling as if it was time I made it the end.
So sitting on your ice hill , freezing stood forward, the best
thing i ever did for my self was push you out of the powerd
battery portal. I thought there would be a bright day after
the storm. But i drowned in your hail tornado
mind swarm.
apon a
time you
were taller than
me, I use to look up
to you . Hows that going
for you ? Once apon times I
would brush air over my head just
so the movement would distract you from
how far I cut in too short . Apon times it would
bother me that the difference was noticeable, that you
would see my lack of intimate as provable. Times have changed,
little did you know by the end of your era you would still be here Standing the same. Little did you know you would be the real one to blame. Little did I know your height was what had me slouching, your leg to my ribs, pressed upon my shoulders and gripes, shouting.
Little did I know I wasn’t really going insane, l cant believe your rip of me was all really for a ticket to fame. Time I found out why your height never spurt, Why it blew out, why your back and knees always hurt. Just the fact of now knowing why there were weird holes your shirt... how your goal was to make my pain part of your game and observe... You had me light headed, dizzy and wishing my mother never gave birth. Intervals have changed, just like how you grew into your shoes and out of my height, One clock later I grew out of shattered glass and my completely torn tights. I thank the tik that the rhythm of the tok never fully aligned, that the moment was never really right, that I could always wear heals and feel just fine. At this point there is nothing l cant
survive. I enjoy the breeze down here. Without your
throats thunder over my head.
Without me on my knees praying my life
wouldn’t keep feeling as if it was time I made it the end.
So sitting on your ice hill , freezing stood forward, the best
thing i ever did for my self was push you out of the powerd
battery portal. I thought there would be a bright day after
the storm. But i drowned in your hail tornado
mind swarm.
