imagine falling slightly in liking of someone.

its not love

 its not love 

its not lust

its stages of understanding. 

I met a man at my work and i really adored him,

i adored his smile,

his comforting aura

his being,

yet, i tried too hard.

oh boy

oh boy

oh boy, that hurt. 

that was a mistake, to even trust you with the fate of where this might end up,

this is why they tell you not to eat where you shit,

because it must be seperate,

or you will be 

strangers.

in the same home.

and thats never fun, to hate someone who lied to you, 

and is now going to be a father,

 

when i gave up my baby for my life,

why couldnt you?

 

but hey, 

you wont read this.

And i will disapear, into what i am

i GIANT projection of my own insecurities, for everyone to look at,

'why?

as i lay down high typing this shit.

this poetry stuff used to be my nicehe 

and now i cant even write my own name,'

 

forget that.

because to you i dont exist,

just as the girl at work you fucked,

 

 

its just the jealousy, '

 

at least its accounted for,

 

enjoy father hood.