The man does not hold his word
I banish thee from me hen\ce forth
Coward.
You and I are not alike.
My sins always face me like a black mirror in every blink.
Your’s drag somewhere off behind as you self-deprecate and ride nostalgia’s crashing waves.
And in heightened emotions you cry
Unstable.
Neuroses is present.
It ravages for shreds of meaning
And when it comes I’m sure it doesn’t last.
You cower in groups and exchange
Vain worship as a dopa-maniacle love,
And Instead of sensible loving, it boasts
more in a tune of
“please love me”.
Its sad to see
The faults in one so plainly,
Several states away and I can sense…
bullshit.
Is that why you don’t keep your word?
Compelled by the shame of what you know
I am too keen to see, or to ignore.
And exactly where have you been?
Away long enough for one to form
Conspiracies to demonstrate a reason for
Distrust? Dislike? some gossip heard or spoke?
And yet I seem to feel assured,
If only by my own instincts
That some strange reason lies below,
A sickness that the shame stems from,
A secret that keeps you away
Despite kind nothings sent my way.
Your nothing but a stranger growing stranger
And talk doesn’t demonstrate
A damn thing except to damn you further
Away
Into realms of wasted time
And manic states.
I cannot waste my time.
I dream of you often
Like some pilar of subconsciousness
I can’t say why.
But a part of you exists in mind
An archetype of some kind
Your image means something
More than my conscious mind
Can justify
I guess I would want you to know
It’s not all cold.
There is a thread, it’s xclear to see.
I see it.
Taught
and graze it with a sheer
In time before
A thin thread bares weight
And takes the tower with it.