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
a 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 
didn’t give space
when we both know
you’re the one 
who needs to save face 

from your family and friends
tell them I left
again
when literally 
you pushed me away in the end.