a misguided attempt to cryptically get out my feelings

[endless_facade]

Sand in my teeth, ears, hair
An unending thorn in my side
A mirror of other less conspicuous things
Or more conspicuous, perhaps, depending on the perspective
A marshmellow falls from the sword through its heart
Landing in the ashes at my feet
I sympathize with its plight
I know all too well what it is to burn up in the heat of passion
Falling too fast, too early, too late,
Only to end in the grit and grime you were expecting all along
You've got too many eggs in too many baskets
And you always just end up dropping them all in your haste to have everything.
Speeches of mislead intentions and oil changes in the backseat of cars are all lost and nonsense
forgotten with every other half-hearted promise.
Its a selfish race that everyone sees through and yet I foolishly through my lot in alongside the losing ticket.
Learn from your mistakes but I can't learn from mine because you make me not care about either.
And the sword through my gut feels ever so stable until I'm slipping towards the ashes once again.