I hate this generation…

 

For it’s one that I live in, 

tell me why is it so hard to be in.

Love isn’t love unless 

I meet your parents that one time

Show you off to my friends two or three times 

Argue with you four times 

Tell you I hate you  five times 

And block you six times 

But sleep with you seven times to confiscate for all the times I’ll look you in your eyes and tell you lies.  

 

I’m sorry but I just hate this generation…

Because social media has made me

Believe, if I don’t leave you on read for as long as you leave me then you would leave. 

And off the back I don’t forfill all your 150 expectations, wants and needs you’d  never truly give me the opportunity to try. 

Try Hold you whilst you cry,

Support you as you strive,

And Admire you as you thrive,

As I have finally found my fish out the sea worth drowning over,

My queen worth loosing sleep over,

And my rose that brings out beauty and life of the beast i am.

Well at least social media has made me believe that I am.

 

And that’s exactly why I hate this generation,

As I’m overcrowded with expectations from the moment I wake to the moment I break. 

For as a male I can’t truly express how I feel about you. It may come off as 

too strong, 

too excessive, 

Too sensitive,

Too qick

And probably give you the ick,

because you’re used to being treated with hate but babygirl this is no bait, 

I’m serious. 

If I talk about how my hands and lips love to snake around your body free like water and create waves of goosebumps around your body. 

Would that be too explicit? 

Or when my hands are pressed on you  and our bodies are thrusted against each other and our hearts try to  punch through our chests and try to become one. 

Beat,

after beat, 

after beat…

Is that too violent? 

Is it wrong for me to say that your voice is like music to my ears, 

your smile  is a Snow White picture perfect I would place around my palace. 

Your majestic presence is truly as beautiful as the written bible.

 

And as much frustration I have about this generation, 

I did meet your parents,

I did show you off to my friends,

I did argue with you,

I did tell you I hated you,

And then Blocked you,

Yet your existence still scrolls through my mind like the liquor that ascends down my spine. 

That’s cool I’ll be alright..

 

I mean hey that’s what love is right?