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Born the Shape
Hua Li 化力
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Sure hope it's the last song
The last time I'm strung along
By Geminis who can't help but
Infantilize my truth
Inconvenienced by variety, the point had started moot
I wanted just one part of him
That part was timeshare too
Cracked lips, Grecian frame
Pedestals bore his name before
Seemed natural to hold him there
Above unsightly chores – the gentle
Dusting off of figurines was just another means
Decoy for unsettled scores
Wasn't 'till I plucked those hoes right off of him
Had them begging for this cunt
Bent over my ottoman. Wasn't 'till she
Squeezed her breathe between my lips
As she had done for him
I saw myself as statuesque -
An equal to his courtship
For him I'd plant a rose bush
That in spring would never bloom
I tended to that cursed thing
That pricked me every June
Annually blood-letting for promises diffuse
As babe, if you will water me
I might just grow for you
Shame that I was born the shape
Of that moon he'd first come to
Crators who he'd known too well
Were selflessly weak to his spell
Shame that I would contemplate
Tending to those wounds too late -
What I would have done to see him
Chained to me
Found solace in new narratives of
Two wicks side by side
Rolled elevens twice a day – would cast away the dice
Anticipating fuckboy tendencies, I'd rather please
The shallowest of their desires, power comes from stable knees
Frankly pathological, that's all of them and me
I like to watch them squirm
When I turn on my read receipts
There I go, pump the brakes again to
Boost my self-esteem
Awaiting their appeals, the call a week to wheel the pussy
With ten thousand breadcrumbs I'd have a meal
For those nights, I would wish a compliment
The butter to my knife
There's the one that I can call on anytime
That I can't sleep-
He digests all my demons, gently deflates each
Couple more that never do engage
But hover 'round my essence
Can't explain the way that they behave
Truthfully they're barely sevens
All I know is twenty four seasons were to pass
I lay in wait for him
Let the clock ran fast
Shame that I was born the shape
Of that moon he'd first come to
Crators who he'd known too well
Were selflessly weak to his spell
Shame that I would contemplate
Tending to those wounds too late -
What I would have done to see him
Chained to me