P M Mess
Love scares me when It gets too real
I have this gag reflex crafted from steel
I keep it in
Because it scares me when they know how I feel
But I guess an ice queen doesnt have much of an appeal
If it gets lonely?
No, not really
Only when I’m told It was supposed to
Or when I get infatuated with affection
Only to lose it aflter a second
Or whenever it’s decided so
I only get sad that time of the month
But sometimes I pretend I have at least three hormonal weeks
When I’m not responsible for my feelings
And can’t be considered weak
Because a chemical imbalance seems like a better excuse
Than actually be mourning over the things I constantly loose
Masking my worries and panic attacks
Calling them a paranoid version of facts
“It’s probably ok, you’re too much in you head
Sleep on it, my dear
Pretend there’s no reason there to be sad
And maybe by morning you’ll see its just fine
They’ll still love you till the end of your life
No matter how much of a bitch I can be
They’ll all still be here for me
Yeah, they wont,
But dont let her know that, you see…
There’s not a lot she can do about it
And she’s finally fallen asleep.
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