I’m a fucking hypocrite

My adverbs 

my love for you 

overcomes my hypocrisy 

But I’ve been deepened and saddened by the effect of random laying 

The meaningless sex you have when you’re under the influence of this lovely exotic drug 

you start becoming attached more to the profounds of love

fallen over nothing 

over meaningless over nothing of words, to a sense of emotions 

can’t seem to have them before 

I, a lost cause 

i a deceiver, to my mother and father 

A wound to my uncle and brother 

And a nothing to my own skin and vows. 

 

A FUCKING HYPOCRITE 

not you 

not them 

not her 

I. I, the Biggest one 

I’m not intelligent 

I don’t got knowledge what’s so ever 

but I WILL not let you bring me down despite my horrified errors made in this ridiculous mess of an event that took place in a matter of just 

love space 

and then it was half empty 

I’m lost all over again in this track I call time.

This poem is about: 
Me

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