I’ve never once held true love...
I’d imagine it would be like holding a glass ball It’s nice- Dancing with fragility, Swaying to a beat that sounds like Forever, Just trying not drop it When you look into it, you see an alternate version of reality, A beautiful, warped world that holds light differently I’ve never looked through that glass See, I’m the wise single friend at the party Hiding behind a facade Of freedom and independence Chanting the mantra of “you don’t need no man” But that doesn’t mean I’m not looking Right now I’m stuck in the biggest game of Marco-polo I have ever played And I don’t remember the game being so hard... “There’s plenty of fish in the sea” they say Yet day after day, I stand upon a boat Calling our into a sea of potential... Not once have I ever heard a polo in reply...
You told me that you hate yourself
And if I was honest with you Sometime I hate you too Not all of you, though... Just this thing that’s pulled a veil over your eyes Creating grey clouds in every blue sky That’s wasting time entertaining fruit flies Whilst feasting upon slowly rotting insides These dark parts that have invaded Now makes your soul cry... I’ve never met someone so in need of insecticides
I dreamt of you last night
When I woke up the next day The sky was ablaze And for a moment I could see the future... We were always destined to go down in flames.
After days of fighting again, of going round and round and circles... I woke up to the most beautiful, burning, sunrise... the orange clashing with the pinks in the most beautiful and chaotic way. Inspired by the sky, I accepted he was never going to change his ways... the friendship was never going to change and always end and restart the same way like it has... with damaging words and unforgiving flames from the fires he was always lighting.
— The End —