Don’t worry about it

Tongues Twisting

Entangled Everlasting

Unity Understood

Oh how foolish a jester be I,

Always pleasing, begging for good.

Face deformed, do not cry.

The masks break away each piece

Of a face

A face

My face

My face broken with each mask worn.

Lustful Lover

Horrendous Her

Tormented Toy

Beneath the sweat I hope to be seen

Knowing full well you only see: boy

Eyes scouting your body, mine becoming green

“Thank You!”

“Thanks”

“Yeah that's it, thank ya!”

To respond proper is to respond a lie

And how I loathe lies. Leaching ludicrously on love.