A diss from my thighs

Love doesn’t exist without memories. Pain doesn’t settle without a scar. Emotions doesn’t survive without the heart. Bleeding isn’t always Red. My thoughts aren’t always pure. My smile wasn’t always a mask. Your words have always been vague. My pants aren’t always open, yet I draw you in, for a premium comfort. My hearing isn’t always for lies. Lies that you sprout like blooming seeds. I wanna shed all your feels from my body. Carve those illuminating stare out of your balls. Fill my overlapping thighs with grains of greens instead. Let those oranges sink in, so you may never taste them again. Float you through the thoughts of your own misery. Leave you, just when the world is ending.