by Mac Guerreiro
You grazed my dreamscape again.
It drives me insane how you go about your day,
Not an ounce of thought my way,
Suppressed ones don't count,
Or do they?
But maybe this is a gaslight,
And eye'm doing it to myself,
Pretending to be oblivious to the vibes eye get from you,
To the subtle cues,
The glance my way as you're ushering in your new sexcapade,
The hug goodbye that hangs on little too tight,
The looks in my direction that avoid my eyes,
Eye notice it all,
Eye also notice that you don't call,
Lucky for me eye have a few days to get away,
Cleanse myself from your energy,
Soon eye'll see you again,
Let's hope eye give less fucks by then.
Mystical Mac 