Bleh π€’
Easier to pretend like you don’t have that,some chewy center …
Easier to act like you’re a dead eyed ghoul, floating across the landscape.
Feels like if you’re looking at it,the tender center,then you’re faking it and it becomes the same dance the rest of you fucks are doing..
Nah,
Stay pure.
If a little flower pops out of the center of your chest and reaches for the sunlight?
Hide that shit.
Wolves eat flowers.
Keep it hidden ππ
Hide it like….
(Anne Frank joke?)
I almost did, yep, almost went callous,
I digress..
The mushy parts can get you hurt. So you build walls and you make sure they’re safe.
Can’t let it die, oh no.
You’ll be megafucked if you let them die.
(guard it)
Guard it indeed, keep them clinched in your fist , morning to midnight.
Fuck you.
You don’t get to kill this part. You don’t get to devour it and you’ll never even get close.
Fuck you.
I know where they live, I know where to find them.
(do tell)
No, I keep the soft parts in places that are safe. Not about to tell you, you’ll exploit it, and you’ll try to steal it.
Because that’s what you do.
(you’re sounding cagey)
Don’t fuck with my soft parts.
Hate me instead.
It’s easier.
I’ll even set up the shot for you.
Just don’t make it sound like I have value, it’s the opposite of what I’m doing. And it feels perverted.