I wrote too much
Life’s a precocious saga. We’re defined by the moments
that require our composure to triumph and overcome.
You either rise from the ocean like you’re supposed to,
…or drown in the changing tides of emotion.
Define what your role is.
Find you a focal point you consider worth your time and a motive
But keep in mind that the shoulders of giants uphold us.
tears form in your eyes. upturned smile, awkward the silence
there’s no more talking this time. finger points, drawing a line
under all you’ve been mindful of and even more she would hide
the female you’ve been calling your wife becomes a perpetual thorn in your side.
it’s endemic.
you’re left wrenching your heart from the floor
ironic how everything so blasé before now seems so hard to ignore
fragmented. lack sensibility, in need of assurance
gave you every reason to forfeit us and default the mortgage
we’ve seen how divorce is dressed up, ain’t nothing pretty in black
just when I think there’s attraction between us you begin to retract
with everything that you have. you’ll push me away
love feels so strange lately. stood open mouthed with nothing to say,
something has changed. maybe not for the better
I want to give everything to you but without the consummate pressure
of us together. promised my efforts wouldn’t subside
feel like I failed you when I look in your eyes.
ugly inside.
wondering why the woman beside me’s so reluctant to try
disinterested. when I’ve invested nothing but time
pushed me aside like I’m trash. tried to ask what’s on your mind
been watching us die slowly. feel like a bird shot from the sky
unconsciously spiralling into free fall with all logic defied
robotic the smile on my face. tyres on the waist like Optimus prime
WhatsApp declined. too scared of hearing it’s over to drop you a line
it’s not that I’m fine, it’s the furtherest thing from it you’ll find
what’s on your mind?
red light district. felt quite different from how it was in the night
electricity pulsing inside its veins. heartbeats with nothing to hide
ugliness finds its own personality when it all comes into light
discovering why surface level aesthetics lack the substance desired
somebodys lying. hey, either it’s them or it’s you
lend me the usual. I’ll buy you a drink and tell you my truth
perpetual recluse. Thomas Street prophecy gospel in sneakers
comic book reader. anxious avoidant, polluted oxygen breather
homogenous heathen. unpopular even by Reddit standards
getting bladdered, only drink to forget whatever mattered
at the time. heavy handed, a glass of wine to get romantic
drank up mine to set the standard. asinine as empty glasses
braggers rights. unhealthy habits pass the time but never manage
to hand us life. forever damaged, half the price we expect to carry
sold out. with our soul doubts still lingering on
blink and you’re gone quick as whatever you think you did wrong
pretty much gone missing each time the game needed me most
field full of ghosts. John Terry, only appearing for trophies
unreasonable coping mechanisms always feeding me hope
eager to show people the ropes. ain’t nothing real as the hopeless
been with the roaches so long, this feels like my home
went and wormed out a dirt mound I could sleep on my own
can’t teach me nothing on creature comforts. the dung beetles I know
pushed the same shit every day since and got zero to show
really it’s cold outside if you ain’t learned to adapt
sometimes it’s easier turning your back on it than to return to your past
the birth of a champion.
wandering star, pulsating against the nothing afar
stuck in a dark yawning expanse yearning to pull it apart
imagine this all comes from a spark of singularity
grim reality is we wouldn’t be here without this thing from happening
the distant galaxy before us wouldn’t exist
something from nothing is inconceivable to us as it is
the fact it does is just simply astounding.
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