she eyes me like a pisces when i am weak
i’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
i’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
i wish i could eat your cancer when you turn black
when the four corners of this cocoon collide
you’ll slip through the cracks, hoping that you’ll survive
gather your wind, take a deep look inside
are you really who they idolize?
to pimp a butterfly