Fridays

Fridays are the most dangerous of places Where loneliness and emptiness invade me The expected suddenness inflates And the sexual traumas whisper breaking me We are fragile We are fragile Aesthetics are for things, not people I'm not sure which one I'm like But I am incompatible with archetypes I often theorize in my collection of conclusions And epiphanies I forget Evidence I destroy Or thoughts that I collect Eyes that I avoid Pressure I ignore For better focus Roads that I don't remember Mistakes I never notice And my hate for gender I often theorize Through hours that vanish And days that go by While I had something to start And there are stars that don't shine anymore Because of city lights They are fragile All of them are gone as I grow without form I know, I know I'd be much better off as an orb If love is the answer, it's home There's a ringing hatred I don't know the reason for But even then I know she'll love me There are embraces I don't feel no more But even then I know she'll hug me Found out the meaning of mother Far from danger Far from danger Far from danger Far from danger Far from danger Far from danger Far from danger Far from danger Far from Far from danger Far from danger