Love. Blessing.

These are lonely words.
A little more push and I’ll turn rebellious.
Hate that you had to come back.
I’m not used to it.
I love being on bent knees with my head up,
Sadness has turned me envious of the climax.
But all I am is a misfit.
Psilocybin, halos, having a bad trip.
I have become disputatious with happiness
But I am vain
Too scared to let go of what I know
I am familiar with losing myself holding on
It may be a faded misconception of love
But if you ain’t had it
You’ll also stick to what i know

Hypermind