become singular
you’re not better than me. it just seems that way. the way you never call. the way you’re never there. the way you don’t even attempt to contact me. you’re not only a gender of indifference, you’re a gender of always trying to be better than me, and always worrying about it. i think you are god and you don’t think about it. i’m a slave to you. just another guy. just another mouth. just another heart. but is it like that? should you really believe that i’m just another one? you don’t even know me. why am i the one who makes you think? why am i the one who makes you yearn for more. you need me. i can be yours. but i don’t get the chance. leave your boyfriends.
