i know it's disliked when i write like this

you just want me to speak my shit

but this is my truth and miss

not hitting that shot

just saying i'm worth a bit

of your time

if you don't mind

i liked how you smiled

it made me feel less tired

of the old and tried

ways of design

not a life

just a line

i'm like a teenager writing bits

but older and with less sense

of self and spent

on days where i meant

to be pure

and

softer than this

not a goal for sin

nor cynical

not clinical

and not sick

just like this

i'd climb back into my delorean

and not change a thing

because of all the things i own

the debt i owe

are the pieces of me i know

that meant something