whenever he said he’d name it–
he always would try to frame it,
i miss that.
like my brain misses that.
a man had words for feelings,
and internal dealings,
that could help me
instead he just steals things.
like what are you? just name it.
i’d be that girl,
just frame it.
like i cry too.
i french on fries too.
i just want you,
to be my man
like what am i? just name it.
you are that boy. they framed it.
you know that i said i loved you.
liked your picture until it loved me.
koolaid kisses,
like my windex blue spray mist,
my little lisp,
i’m sorry for my stupid feelings,
and internal dealings,
that could fuck me–
instead you just stole me
i liked it.
and i’m internally grateful,
that i haven’t found him hateful.
but fuck
isn’t this what turned a cuck
into a man?
a life
into a lamb.
and you wonder why i’m god
i’m suckling on a fraud
oh my fucking god–
i love you.
like what are you? just name it.
i’d be that girl just frame it
like i cry too.
i french on fries too.
i just want you–
to be my man
like what am i? just name it
you are that boy. they framed it.
i wish you knew,
how beautiful you
stole my heart and all my kisses,
internal me just misses
you.
just name it.
