Poems from Patreesh
You say something I don't like
And I hit you
You flinch
I hit you again
You say stop
But I don't
Cause the fact that you're still standing...
You say something I don't like
And I hit you
You flinch
I hit you again
You say stop
But I don't
Cause the fact that you're still standing...
Claro que si!
It's all clear now
The purpose of you
And what you really meant to me
God is funny, ain't he?
Tell tell signs to warn me...
Give me my space
Please don't ask me, How I'm doing again
I just wanna be untouched
Un-fucked with
Stop picking at me
Trying to sculpt me...
Every night you call my phone
And when you do, I can't help but wonder
Are you doing this for me?
Or are you doing this for you?
Please don...