Please Just Please Me

Pleasures That Don’t Measure

Please be nice, but at what price? To make sure that you have a better life, to sustain your high whilst preventing my own flight.

Please stay humble. I don't want a rumble. I like when you speak soft. Your hard talk makes my spirit crumble.

Please stay good, because it's bad for me if you don't. Reflecting my unconscious truths; the ones I deny to maintain some form of happy home.

Please stop trying to self-improve. When you do, I don't, and it affects my groove. Let's just watch sitcoms on repeat. Maybe I don't want to move.

Please just let me justify my laziness. Your Tasmanian persona of doing a lot is causing me dizziness.

Please don't defend yourself. It feels like you're attacking me, though it was I who gave you hell. I thought you were an emotional pushover. I prefer you don't stick up for yourself.

Please don't shine too bright, it reminds me of my own extinguished light. I dimmed it on purpose, made a home in the dark, and your glow feels like an accusation, not a spark.

Please just need me the way I need you broken, stuck, pretending we're new. But your healing hands are making me see the one I've been hiding from… is my personal view.

Please just please me, or someone else will feel that need. No longer wanting you, because your truth exposed me, and so…

I had to set you free.