Date delema

Immediately you defined me
Characterized my existence 
Put me in a category
For your sexual fantasy 

goth, no
emo, club kid,
eh
oh rocker chick
that’s it

how we clashed
genres of rock
generation apart
the dead the grunge the soul
and the funk

false narrative 
it wasn’t enough

mistook the attention for love
common mistake
a play thing a toy
you, my only joy
not
the narrative you desire
to tell others 
how I suffocate 
don’t give any space
when we all know
you the one 
needs to save face 
from your family and friends
tell them I left
again
when literally 
you pushed me away in the end.