everything feels fake to me

my face ,my thoughts, my hands ,my gait

your words, while you try to fill the space 

maybe i want the space and not you 

but i will never say it 

because im fake like you 


do i know what love is? 

i can’t make myself care

 to me is the feeling of pure happiness 


pressing lips to each other

feels aliening 

i’m feel fake 


yet i’ve never been so blunt about myself 

this weird still that’s okay 

but i can feel a cycle coming up 

and i’m scared