TO JUDGE AND BE JUDGED BY YOU
Im sorry i judged–i had to
to divine the feeling, make sure
That the conviction has a pit
Once i felt the feeling but i said
A year later she told me_____
Cold and clenched beside them, unknowing
Then a text, saying______
Once i felt gray and neutral–
Comfort within the final dullness
I wasnt let into the boys club,
Kicking rocks and counting
Sat outside to “wait like a woman”
mattress slid beside the water heater, no sheet on the cement floor
Too much teasing no jest, puts me on defence, ready for fight
sensation has something to say
I dont always have the words but i often have this feeling
Is it possible to judge without punishing?
Honesty is next to godliness
I dont break my rules anymore but ill help you break yours
Just kidding–you dont have rules and i dont want any either
But i judge you for your lawlessness
is there a better way to feel this feeling?
Your tongue in my mouth, i want to bring you home, wont allow it
I leave you outside the whole foods
I judge and envy the free-er-minded
water always keeps the score
that’s why the body holds this warning
be careful of the harshity or
If i dont judge who will judge me?
If i dont judge who will judge for me?
If love sours because i judge too harshly
If i do judge too harshyly
if theres only two genders now, I may as well be a bitch
When i talk to the source i say
Leave the devil in the details
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