Everyone wants but no 
One is willing to 
Give our world has
Become its own brand 
Of Hell get used
To It for if
No one is willing 
Then all are damned 

Hello folks I’m drunk
Pardon my drivel but
In this cloud of
Despair that has wrapped 
Around me like some 
Fucking dollar store nightmare
I want to say

Love who you can’t 

That’s it besties love 
Who you can not 
Why why tf not 

Trust me the person 
That loves you least
According to your idea
Loves you Oh most

I have lost so 
Often that I must 
Be by now best
The prize I have 
Discovered is the same 
Thing I have avoided 
Funny how things circle 
Back and remain ahead 
It’s as though I
Can’t escape what is
And always remains constant 
This being finally alone 
Has brought me freedom 
From that very thing 

I just must have 
A Jesus complex loving 
Men who turn out
To be my enemies 
Oh if I have 
Learned one thing in
My old silly life 
Is that most things 
Are the same whether 
Inside or out that
What things show you 
Is what they are
And not what I 
Hoped they are or 
What they might become 
Some things simply are 
And those that aren’t 
Soon will be that
Thing that they are