I thought, it was the look of her eyes,

No, it was cannabis.

She wants me,

To, engage,

In vices she does.

Yet she knew me, as I was,

A lesser being,

A normal boy, who,

Has no desire to see anything more.

A boy,

Content with the world I know,

Because baby,

What you don’t know,

Can cause you no pain.

I suffer,

For my innocence,

And I suffer,

For my inability to,

Separate what should be done,

To stay alive,

And what she do,

To stay a life.



Men like us,

Ought extinguish our existence,


What is the need, if any,

Of Being with a girl,

Atop the social ladder,

Whence, you’re nothing,

But a wallflower.

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