SOME BULLSHIT LOVE
nad.
then, a moment sufficed, and when
set upon a moving star, a wish was made;
the spell was cast.
asking for something
momentarily dazed, by you and
the prospect of everything new.
the thought of walking hand
in hand made you delirious with glee.
but. say adieu to whatever's necessary.
too soon, too angry and everything
dashed.
cry, but for what.
talk, but to who.
and sit down,
the day's not over and
it will never begin again.
what is it said you
that made everything fit so mismatchedly?
the melodramatic-ness of life
or the mundane piffles of together.
the utter disgust when falling apart
and the fall of forever.
is all lost now wondered you
lost, to endings to periods
to fullstops to anger
to the mighty jester's pitiful mimes,
and are you trying to be strong
and can you really stand it.
the pain and the hearing of the guilt
what will you become
when feelings runneth over
is it that obvious,
aware of it are we, choose not to believe.
will you be good at comebacks
or does it cease.
but this facade's stagnant and
to be fine without; for what,
and when and why wait.
here you will find me
in all its disdain glory
like some passable phase and sad lives
and disappointing
fixtures misplaced and overlooked.
should everything be heard and done
and this monotonous
while spills over and epitaphs reached
then the fading will start
and you'll
be scared that it's sooner than expected.
i got my wish lamented you
in irony
i never thought i'd regret such
worthless beauty and chance
of a blessed wanting but i'd
give it back.
you sighed here, and continued
you said, you said,
i almost regret, but this is not
what i said i thought i wished i wanted,
but bound to happen like some
wallflowered promises, compressed
and expired.