Stripping the bark off of my mind was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I love this man, this man crushes me into a ball, chews me and spits me out
I love you, somebody, I can’t call you a man, unloved by your ancestors,
I’ll go on dates with them, and to my friends, I appear lonely here,

But really I’m in danger of this man I love, who’s always around us,
And this fractured sense of personality, best to know whose best,
I planted metal seeds in my ribs, they grow around my heart,
They grew from my ribs to my brain, then there were two.

Stripping the bark off of my brain was what happened to me.
I wanted to change, so simply, I died for an angel and devil.
Now, I won’t be present for this meeting for two love birds,
Two roosters fighting in a cage is love, not self-care, which
I always “self-care”, I care about myself, so I chased them
Away, my doubles in control, and I return and,
I am too late. I love and hate it. I am
braindead, stupid,
selfish, and
in love