P M Mess

Love scares me when It gets too real

I have this gag reflex crafted from steel

I keep it in

Because it scares me when they know how I feel

But I guess an ice queen doesnt have much of an appeal

If it gets lonely?

No, not really

Only when I’m told It was supposed to

Or when I get infatuated with affection

Only to lose it aflter a second

Or whenever it’s decided so

I only get sad that time of the month

But sometimes I pretend I have at least three hormonal weeks

When I’m not responsible for my feelings

And can’t be considered weak

Because a chemical imbalance seems like a better excuse

Than actually be mourning over the things I constantly loose

Masking my worries and panic attacks

Calling them a paranoid version of facts

“It’s probably ok, you’re too much in you head

Sleep on it, my dear

Pretend there’s no reason there to be sad

And maybe by morning you’ll see its just fine

They’ll still love you till the end of your life

No matter how much of a bitch I can be

They’ll all still be here for me

Yeah, they wont, 

But dont let her know that, you see…

There’s not a lot she can do about it

And she’s finally fallen asleep.