oozes out of their being
flooding hearts already struggling
to stay afloat
in a rush of emotions.

Each word is bathed
in a need to show the world
how they are deeper
than the next person.

Each line is wrapped
in a want to brag
about how they get lonesome souls
to fall in love with their pretty
like bees and honey.

Arrogance so thick,
it makes me sick
to my stomach.


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