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.
The Past Stays Here 