The two years that you’ve known me, have made up the decade’s end ,
Of ten years in which I’ve faught to skip
Obsessed with my past’s relationship-
To retain the hope, know dobtlessness’s equipped
To embrace thyself, and to be true
When we begin to lose our grip,
Sketching the silhouetted shadow’s tip,

I'll leave here.
   I leave behind.
        I'll leave today-

& wont return.

You know these things about who I am, that no one else might understand
From

When you go so far to facetiously thank-  what you know to seek forgiveness for
Your once full word, now I know is blank
As gratitude we both deplore.
All the cop outs and shifting blame
The toxic behaviors remaining he same
Tho might say thay you feel the same
You've never known what we've to gain.
Us tortured youths, from diamond minds
Extrapolate, whatever, we may find
Worthile exchanging for our time.
Something about All I've absorbed
Is why your kiss is now abhorred
All I've precieved against my will
Ive done so by running up that hill.
As if I could make a deal with God,
and get him to change our places-
I'd be running up that road
Running
Running up that building

With no problems.

On the first day of the fifth month,
day one of the second third- the first quarter, of the start of the third mellinieum.

Still, I dwell here, thinking back and fourth- reflecting on all the experience.
This is my  final creation,
 beneath this ceiling,
Within these walls,
with this recording of the soul,
curated and confessed privately for,
The few things that I need you to know, are to be documented here

From thought to word and now digital mark,
the instinct of reason and rhyme-
how one’s truth informs each headless heart,
While another's, every heartless mind.
The two years that you’ve known me, have made up the decade’s end ,
the ten years in which I’ve faught to skip
over me & my past’s relationship-
To retain the hope,
Doubtlessness’s equipped,
to embrace me as I lose the grip, that,
Just like the silhouetted shadow’s tip,
I leave here.
   I leave behind.
        I leave

& wont return.

You know things about who I am, that no one else might understand
From how I think and feel and speak,
To fears that make me truly weak,
My disordered mind and damaged bones,
How the music might hold me, secure in its tones.
But to give up and in uncertainty's dismay, not to forget or out loud to say- these words which are, in a way, a goodbye; immortalized here and then within the minds eye, they enter your fortress's cerebral,  citadel,
And despite all we are, still achieve our best hell (as a good life).

Evil me and good for you,
With kindness, I extrapolate
Patient virtue.

Who we are now being the toll taken,

On behalf of each moment we relapse- the mind's Choir,

Transformations, now;  until we cease to be

In position's symptomatic with abandon desire .

From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death-

We're bent under times unbearable weight, between each of the two,

I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse,

Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.