the sad thing is, even if the stars aligned and we worked out,
truth is you wouldnβt want me.
the job of loving me is tending a garden of thorns
beautiful from afar,
but every bloom draws blood
if youβre just tryna get in my pants please block me
if youβre just tryna get nudes please block me
if youβre not really tryna have a genuine conversation please block me
i donβt have time for the fuckery