her flames are melting me away,
froze myself up whole only to be easily degraded.
lingered like guilt,
wandered around town then back at me.
all these recipes taste bad,
non-voluntarily fed by her baked entitled-prefix.
a perfect biscuit, medicinal candy that intoxicates my entire being.
how petty, unaware but petty.
her subtle frostings ruining my form,
she calls herself perfect, i don't even know.
i've kept my distance, i stepped away.
i tried to side with her, she made me pace back.
she doesn't know, she loves putting on a show.
easy to cry, easy to anger.
always tried my best to understand her.
always in command, rageful when not tolerated.
unbothered when you are trampled on and hurt.
she effortlessly makes her way in,
melting me down, not away, too down.
it's the season of giving me a bad feeling.