Survivor Mode


I am not here to fulfill your expectations

I am not here for your explicit entertainment

(maybe I am…)

I am not here to be sugar or spice

or everything nice

I do not exist for your validation

I am a mirror; I am your projection

All you see in me is your own reflection

And maybe that’s why you’re so angry

I keep too many men around anyway

Wild seeds refuse to get sewn

My own little revolution brewing like a quiet storm

I’m not saying it was all for nothing

It’s just every single first kiss

just brings me closer

To my own effervescent emptiness

Bubbling beautifully from all that is nothingness

And that is what I cling to these days

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