Our first and last love is self-love
I wanted you to be just like me
more like me than I am like me
I wanted you
I hope
d
that you would be waiting for me
and I was waiting for you
you never said you missed me
I wanted you to say that you missed me
you left
you know where to find me
those are my words
and I wonder if you will ever find me
I’ll ever find me
¿
underneath my bed is a man that I don’t ever want
to see again because he hurts me
he’s a boy not a man
not a man
in the mirror is a face that I don’t ever want
to see again because he hurts me
god is dead, mister
had to be to rise again
perspective, mister
that’s your perspective
like white light breaks up in a prism
I wanted you more than I want myself
more than I want
myself
monkpoet 