Jen Juice

melting in my pot turned gray
living it up how I like
without the banishment and the crazy ass sickness
I get from you
If I were you – I would walk off a plank to be a better man.
So afraid of your moments of despair and torched sympathy.
I gotta say “get the fuck away from me”..I can only be so empathetic
to your punching me in the face
again and again
and your belligerent please (and thank yous).
It’s a little too late for you
but I still got plenty of time…to be me.
Without you.

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