I pulled out all the stops,
Unfortunately i parked my car on an icy hill,
I just watched that bitch crash,
Still had the audacity to ask how it got like that,
Kept a casual tenacity towards my undoing.
Had a scapegoat summer in the works,
Sensations through the shade in this scorching season,
Some dinner, a dance and some fleeting daylight,
A trillion ways to say how i feel,
Mostly they've already been said by someone else somewhere else...
Played basketball with a footballer,
And the game didn't even matter a fouls a foul,
But we'll have fond memories of the first half, at-least,
I don't even like sports,
But you got me kitted in red for a game of kerby.
I don't bleed ink for just anybody,
Ashamed to write about things like this,
It's like airing my dirty laundry,
But i'll look over my neighbors fence and see theirs,
Caked, how can i complain?
If i held up a candle i'd explode,
But i cant really bottle much more, i'm overflowing.
Things get a bit too much a little too often,
There are less aesthetic ways i can express how i feel,
Less attractive to everyone else, anyway,
And for once i don't want to sugar coat anything,
Sweet tooth ignored,
My energy, like cavities it's apparently entropic.
"I'm done with the imagery",
Another lie to trade for a little comfort,
Tell myself i'm made of something else,
Imagine i'm tempered glass,
A bolder,
An iceberg,
Skin and bone.
Shatter,
Smash,
Sink,
Bleed and break.
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