I know.
They don't see it.
And it's frustrating.
And it's hard.
But hey, I see it,
I see it and it sickens me too.
I know the feeling, the wanting, the passion;
I know we must eradicate and sterilize and renew;
But you know it'd be genocide, right?
The death of a million yet-unmourned office drones.
And oh, the irony of the high school zombie,
this walking oxymoron, so alive and young
and fresh and full of promise and yet
so
very
dead
already

Consider this day one.
No more being walked all over.
No more being **** on.

Those unwanted, rejected, ignored
“I miss you” exclamations are no more.
Gone is the day I waited
For a message back saying I miss you too.

Oh you hurt?
Try not knowing. I guarantee my pain hurts worse.
Consider this my broken heart’s
Glorious ******* rebellion.

Oh yeah, and ******* and space.
The space you want from us,
Is a cover up
For the space you want from me.

You know I’ll respect you,
You know I’ll walk away.
I hope it’s been easier for you
Because lately babe, things can’t get much worse for me.

Just one ******* smile,
Or just one text message saying
“You’re on my mind”
From you, would have lifted my heart.