He romanticized me.
I'm not the one he thinks I am.
The rainstorm,
the starry eyes,
The empress of truth.
I'm not the one he thinks I am.
H2o
Fe
What's the chemical composition of love?
Love versus lust
Explosive reaction,
In the nether region.
Lust from the earths crust
A quest in the labyrinth of adulthood
Locked from the gates of innocence versus virginity
Or lack thereof.
Fall in love with love
Smother her with cynicism.
Take out your guard dogs
But you're still unprotected.

Well I was skilled in body language
And you were skilled in breaking hearts
So close in heart,
Yet so far apart.
Souls connected,
Hands touched.
Remember this moment.
Remember the feelings
Remember your lies,
Yet remember how I am perfectly fine.
We can go back to the ambivalence of the times,
The innocent liquor,
That one night where I could say you were mine.
You were my new muse,
An alternate soul.
Did I love you?
Not even close.
Did I want to lose you?
No.
In your youth you probably shan't learn who you are yet,
But I feel sorry for you.
It will hit you like the ****** falling through the mast of your ships.

Catatonic escapism
I was your catatonic *****
Catatonic escapism
You turn me on when you needed me
When you needed something to hide
When you needed someone to help you not feel anything except occasional electricity.
That's okay
I don't feel much either
Except the occasional surge of electricity when I get tired of the numbness.
When she came,
You came.
I had to leave your bed.
I didn't even stay for breakfast.

I'm the proverbial *****.
You only want me because I can pleasure us.
I'm the proverbial *****.
You might love me a little,
But you care about your land more.
Your proverbial ***** is tired of living in a camera store.
Your proverbial ***** is wanting to know if you only want her for her open door policy.
qYour proverbial ***** is a sucker for your intellect,
Your proverbial ***** falls for your charms and grace
Why are you the only one then?
Why are you the only one who can make proverbial ***** scream?
Whip proverbial ***** into shape.
She's been an awful ******.

Plastic love entwined inside the drunk texts
All of our love is metaphorical ***
And astronomy
Physiognomy and vibrations.
Vibrations and our innocence
Our ****** social innocence
It can't be what I want.
I can't be what you need.
walk through my road of different shades of red
Tread, tread, tread,
And revive me if I'm dead,
Then tell me how much you masturbated today.
I'll squeal a bitter "yay"
And pretend I know who you are.
A robot.
Taut,
Squat,
Astronaut.

Yes,
I threw your champagne glass at the wall.
Yes, the door did hit me on my way out.
I know you did it because you know my secret.
You know why I wear those turtlenecks.
You knew how I scorned humanity,
And the good name of anthropology,
Psychology, and physiognomy,
You could tell I didn't think the lake was so beautiful,
Because I was the only one who notices the algae.
The only one who noticed the pollution from the Victorian chimney,
And the only one who didn't just see you in your reflection,
But your volatile doppelgänger.

Where would we be if not uprooting traditions and values?
And the chill reverberating my bones comforts me.
It tells me I'm all that I think I am.
I deserve the shivers, I deserve your energy's frost.
I deserve all of these chilling stares.
I deserve this cardiac arrest in your cold police station.
I deserve sitting on these cold stone steps,
Pondering why the universe tends to suffocate those already asphyxiated,
And demonize those already hostage in Hell.
Merciless,
Keen,
Mean,
I will scramble up the mighty bean.