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.
The Past Stays Here 