They don’t fuck with me anymore

luckily that’s for sure

How can you judge me, if I’m ignored?

In love with me? Still unsure.

I went from being a

flunky not good at sports

to the monkey that owns the porch

hung me and bring a torch

wants me but she’s a tourist

Some see a shrinking forest

but I see my tree

It’s still standing

as I heal from the abandoning

Not hearing from my family

the tears still feel like vanity

mirroring insanity

The picture on the camera isn’t me

I miss her but I understand that nothings free

I kiss her on the hand then she leaves

And fall is when they fall off the trees

cuz everything has it’s time to falloff

but not me

We’ll see…