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Perhaps in a different life we could've connected,
I simply couldn't manage, and soon rejected
The idea of us standing proudly
seemed to surround me
I could have easily suspected
all your words open and ready to be dissected
speaking in a tone that had once sounded so sweet,
now churn my heart into ground meat
Now that my time here has cut short,
It's okay to retract your support
The ways in which I hate
Are all, of course, ways to set you straight.
The profound idea of you lingers,
flickering on and off like a broken blinker
The battery will eventually die,
and my ground meat heart sometimes regrets our goodbyes
The engine will turn, sputtering out its last groan,
Garden of Eden suddenly felt much more overgrown
the last thing I wanted was for our disconnect,
I had just forgotten how often you stand incorrect
As the sun sets over the mountains once more,
I leapt out the front door
Something I had never realized, feeling so isolated
Was that nobody has ever been so ill-fated
Now that my time here has cut short,
It's okay to retract your support
The ways in which I hate
Are all, of course, ways to set you straight.
To love and cherish for all my days,
I could set that phrase ablaze
fire engulfing pages upon pages,
I cannot preform when the stage is in stages.
Focus your hearing on the white noise,
that same scent of Viceroys
I remember you saying I'm superstitious,
but how could you, acting this vicious?
To change falsely is to mutter, "I'm better."
Yet you owe me more than a world-renowned debtor
For putting up with you even though I never had to,
and without me? You're screwed, yahoo.
But to say, "I'm better." and mean it
Is to guarantee it,
Bracing for a shock wave,
soon facing your very own land grave
No longer do I have a cup in need of filling,
years upon years of mind-killing
Confront all notions,
death to emotions!
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Dash ♥
fye as usual