Neptunian, by pd lyons


My ugliness raised in both hands
Almost expecting something from you
And if I had a gun I woulda’ made you
And hated myself forever for being so desperate

If only I could believe
Then how easy it would be
Walking away, leaving you alone
In love with my own sense of self
Free at last to wander endlessly the starry nights I have always dreampt of

Instead I let you
Tattoo blue around my mouth
Tell me that I’m privileged


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