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Jan 2019 Archive

Youre aloud to feel disrespected.

Put that feeling in your chest.

Tell me how you feel,

Letting him put his hands around your neck.

So you stay alone.

The idea of being loved the way you love; makes you uneasy.

We could just lay on the floor and take turns fucking and flipping records. 

My kind of love. 

This gets old, one day.  

We grow bored.

Things feel simulated.  

I take my tree as prescribed, 

Keep my psyche stimulated. 

You resent my ways, my methods, 

Tell me my love was jaded. 

Then you get faded,  

And say things are just too complicated. 

I don’t get it.

 - easy breezy  

This shit could be sweet, 

peasy, 

Oh so, lemon squeezy.

I’m on your lips like a perfectly ripe clementine.

So let’s fuck and keep it simple, 

Flip the record another time.