Your suffocation; his legacy; my melody.
to spill such as that feeling you get when the things 'round you within become so overwhelming and disembodying that the underneath that cordial neighbor succumbs itself to the surface and you're choking it down because it's such a painful rhythm one you'd like to dismiss like a servant from your chamber but when a relationship fails and a friendship decays what more can you hope for but for a single person to perhaps extend a 'how are you' with enough sincerity to last for the five minutes that you struggle to not tell too much
i'm so sick of disguising frailty of playing soldier to your army of snobbery and vanity i wish it were a thing long fallen perhaps what it used to be when the book pages actually fell into our laps and we both absorbed with a single nod a twin nature when the beauty was an addition to our mutuality not a railing that i'm leaning on i somehow slid down two or three steps my calves scratched rougly and i can't seem to get back to that place where we used to go when i could call you with tears fresh as fruit it doesn't happen anymore i feel a slave to your will and every single moment has been disappointing save for a glass cup of chai tea i truly could begin to scream at your countenance and never cease at your indifference your masked like your way of pummeling my memories every ounce of the fickle the capricious the poorly veiled egocentricity and tell you just fucking tell you for once that most of the time i would give anything for you to absolutely just love me because i would spin the same in return and leave whatever it is you're creating behind though a vast majority of the time i feel something very close to disgust
you always spark my hope with no more than a sentence
and the romance is pattern with a grey background of truth a rotating wheel that picks up dirt and then throws it back down the commotion is an unfair one where we love then hate love then hate ever so much more it's ending anyhow is that what i should preach to the reflection of it that it's going away like a vacation that it had its time rotting for far too long with blazing argument and a bipolar timeline a magic tendency that always found a moment to turn sour killed me yet kept my breath pounding healed me then wiped sharp misfortune further down it felt like kissing an addiction like pretend like misery sewn too tight for ripping i couldn't find a name for it anywhere other than Repeat and Saved for this paradoxical revolution it sounds like a beat plays like violins or pianos remain in your ear like a dive underwater you've never been good for me i suppose but you were evolution for my body the most welcomed of comforts for my amorous appetite the most genuine of loyalty i've yet witnessed though i stomped upon that foundation until we had nowhere to walk i will miss this but not the torment the parking lots and yelling it's natural however once removing stitches to forget about the wound
there's a tunnel i've dug into that i think would take the most skilled of persuasion to conjure my movement fully out
i'm so sick of disguising frailty of playing soldier to your army of snobbery and vanity i wish it were a thing long fallen perhaps what it used to be when the book pages actually fell into our laps and we both absorbed with a single nod a twin nature when the beauty was an addition to our mutuality not a railing that i'm leaning on i somehow slid down two or three steps my calves scratched rougly and i can't seem to get back to that place where we used to go when i could call you with tears fresh as fruit it doesn't happen anymore i feel a slave to your will and every single moment has been disappointing save for a glass cup of chai tea i truly could begin to scream at your countenance and never cease at your indifference your masked like your way of pummeling my memories every ounce of the fickle the capricious the poorly veiled egocentricity and tell you just fucking tell you for once that most of the time i would give anything for you to absolutely just love me because i would spin the same in return and leave whatever it is you're creating behind though a vast majority of the time i feel something very close to disgust
you always spark my hope with no more than a sentence
and the romance is pattern with a grey background of truth a rotating wheel that picks up dirt and then throws it back down the commotion is an unfair one where we love then hate love then hate ever so much more it's ending anyhow is that what i should preach to the reflection of it that it's going away like a vacation that it had its time rotting for far too long with blazing argument and a bipolar timeline a magic tendency that always found a moment to turn sour killed me yet kept my breath pounding healed me then wiped sharp misfortune further down it felt like kissing an addiction like pretend like misery sewn too tight for ripping i couldn't find a name for it anywhere other than Repeat and Saved for this paradoxical revolution it sounds like a beat plays like violins or pianos remain in your ear like a dive underwater you've never been good for me i suppose but you were evolution for my body the most welcomed of comforts for my amorous appetite the most genuine of loyalty i've yet witnessed though i stomped upon that foundation until we had nowhere to walk i will miss this but not the torment the parking lots and yelling it's natural however once removing stitches to forget about the wound
there's a tunnel i've dug into that i think would take the most skilled of persuasion to conjure my movement fully out