i am easy satisfaction
pushover, head over heels
i am comfortable loss
something you knew wasnt yours to begin with
is there power in not being loved
is there strength in an empty palm
fear resides on the back of my tongue
in times i wish to speak, the familiarity of silence engulfs me
and i am quiet.
i wish to blame the ones who snatched my words with screams but it was me who didnt dare to fight back
love for me is never a war, its an assasination
i am endless validation
rest stop for the weak
i am home, but an empty casket
nothing more than a forever until proven otherwise
dont try to revive something already gone
dont try to kill something already dead
– NQ.