Cancel the match.

4 2 0
                                    

Anyway, in the end he wasn't even handsome,
I just had high expectations,
I don't know why I like it to so many some ones,
That's what she will think of me, just high illusions, high capacities.

So yeah, cancel,
Cancel me, block me,
Leave me trapped, monogamous person, you incel,
Stuck it inside.

I look at who I write so that I exist, what is my mission,
Fast or slow, time is relative,
Love is fiction,
Afterward only pain remains.

Lonely, in rain, the main.

Egocentric and with too high standards, that's you,
Too high,
Forger, liar, and selfish, you,
Rough or though, still you.


The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]Where stories live. Discover now