Burnch
have you ever had brunch?
brunches at home taste like
fireflies
air raids
spiteful victories
bludgeoning that one person i didn't like to death with my awards.
it tastes pretty good
until you realize
you have spent all your energy making it
perfecting it
but at the end of the day, you feel like something's missing
even when nothing's missing.
you feel that something doesn't hit right
giving the illusion that something's missing.
or is it perhaps that you added too much spice
and it's almost too hot for you to handle
but for some inexplicable reason you love
what you made just because it hurt someone else?
have you ever said or done something out of love for yourself and not just hate for others?
i mean if it doesn't hurt you, that's all that matters
i usually don't think about it either so i understand if you don't
what if the people who hurt us and just walked away
were destined to burn in our hands?
is it not true that hell is a product of demons?
hell is a product of demons.
that means we are hell.
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