I'm weak
and poisoned by an intense craving for love and lust,
But in the same breath running away from it,
Cause man that shits heavy,
especially on my shoulders,
that's carrying enough already.
Just forget me,
cause believe it or not its nice to not be the center
of all the lies from time to time,
I write too much,
I feel too much,
But somehow I seem to never be enough,
Somehow I'm never "the one",
and you're never "my one",
cause I get bored and lonely,
and you'll never be able to satisfy me,
without leaning into all my yearnings,
that make no sense in the first place.