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They say: "You are not ready for peace"
What piece?
A good chunk?
A smaller one?
is it better to wish than to have and to be scared to lose?
is it worse to experience than to expect?
there's so much to enjoy when you look around
but so little to feel when you get it or take it or buy it or win
there's no sense to find sense in a move or an action
that would be a distraction from the silence inside
Like a hermit, I have been living
Like a hidden sun I have been missing
To whom I go when I seek giving
To whom I talk when I'm fully sicken
To whom I open in the middle of my sinking
Words only bloom when I'm all splitting
Your level of desperation is
beyond nothing but ridiculous.
It’s not enough with false rumours.
You still aim to bury me in pieces.
I thought high school was over some decades ago,
So she has returned,
unannounced and uninvited,
an annoying plot twist
among a sequence of pieces.
I hate how she screams
You look like that one beloved of mine,
I look like someone who'll remember it
till the end of time,
To me, it never occurred
The thought of crossing a line
pointing fingers is easy
while ignoring a broken mirror
existing before you
showing your distorted reflection
due to your refusal
to acknowledge your narcissism
how luminous, how pretty thou lies
how blurry i see thee with dry eyes
how an ecstacy from a ray of thou shines
so bright it blinds me from mine cries
how dark, how dim thy be
our friendship
once a level of comfort
now a wreckage
a failure unrepaired
shaped by fate
once, one day, one time art was talking to me
it was in that kind of mood when you want to be honest and true
it said "i despise you, so i'll make it that you'll want me but i will never want you back"
i couldn't improvise an answer for art
and art didn't like that
it said "you're pathetic, so I'll make it that way
Are you an urban youngster, a yuppie, or a Cassanova-wannabe?
I think you’re all three,
desperately trying to convince
your amused audience
that you’re such a catch
to women all around this busy town
Girls like blue, boys like pink,
I love u, but ur so cringe.
Girls are handsome, boys are beautiful,
Nothing makes sense , but it’s so wonderful.
Up is down, left is right,
