Hi there, friend
This is my current guesstimate on your behaviour
You have probably forgotten me
and gone on a vacation with your reindeer.
No? That isn't the case?
Let's just say you follow the path of douchebagism.
While I laugh when you fail.

Such a wayward young man
claims to be Green Day's biggest fan.
Your ego needs to thaw
Idiot, I hope you know others too have flaws.
Remember none will have your back when you fall
Traitor.

1) pending decision
the clock is always ticking
don't want to grow up

2) never been afraid
but the sun is setting and
i don't want to leave

3) my life is much more
than syllables can contain
and yet, i still try

searching for some odd sort of solace
and yet again,
i find myself writing words i don't really mean
to people i don't really know
about topics i've not really researched
all in the name: poem
this is not my war

it's like i'm standing naked on the front lines
all weariness and flesh
melancholic in my voice,
"take arms, and fight."
this was never my battle, but it rages in my mind
and my troops aren't gathering
my hands, too weak to hold up my blade
my pen
this is not my war

so, once again,
it's dark and i'm finding ways to poetically knife myself
without the blood and romance staining my bed sheets
and marking cryptic patterns on my wall
in hopes that my fellow aesthetes
will find them pleasing when i post them
this is not my war

and honestly,
i've never found anything beautiful about sunsets
because the dying of another day
didn't make me feel like stardust
but more like a handprint on a wall
being threatened with fresh paint
this is not my war

i'm not ready
this is not my war