You don't use commas
when you write back to me
so-- there's no pause in thought,
like it's right back to me,
some times it just hurts
like a knife slash through me,
am I so disposable?
Is it like that, truly?
Am I so opposable?
Or despite that-- you see,
something inside of me,
that you fight that-- feud me?
And then decide that, use me
til' I"m used up to my fill.
Butter me up,
Buttercup spruced up with pills
yeah... sure...
first acknowledgement is tolerant,
but he doesn't care, just as long,
as you follow him...
But not me, I'm for real,
when I say that it's not right,
I know-- I put up façades,
but not tonight... |
Submission Name: Buttercup
