massdam

it's easier to write about (y)ou
An external something, one
That is seperate from the superior
I, alien to my grandeur and
Elevated developmental capacities
Struck sewn and startled
I sink beneath the crushing despair of
Turning my anger inward and off
The post of my whip
Youve been ideal in this way
A thankless position of uncomfortable
Accomodation, non-reciprocated anti union
All of the above is disregarded and
You become a burning flame I want to fan
Numb undone and hurried
I flee from generosity.
Wake walk
Jus fucking run away.
Now.
Leave while you have minimal damage.