yes i remember you
i have seen you in the distance
and stayed away
my memory serves me right
ive moved on
and have a better guy

listen lil girl,
do you not see what **** he put me through?
the loss-- the damage, and i am the familiar
and yet he thinks that hes right
when he's done it all wrong.

so i said so long *******
and i am happier than the past
and perhaps the happiest ive been in my life
imagine,
he cant tap that.
try to top what i feel
be real.

so when was the last time you heard yourself?
going on and on how you think you are better...?
when i know people that do things for purpose,
and you lack tact.

so say it twice,
and im gonna be nice
because i dont give a flying ****
and you know you are out of luck.

the one whom im still positive,
hes atleast more understanding
than the rest of the clan
but he knows i dont give a ****.
the ******* is gone.

so in the depression and regret
i went for a skate,
went on a few dates,
but told myself hes a little old
and the next guy i go to better be gold.

so if i must confess,
the happiness is something to think about
when i have enough to finish my alter egos,
and start this poetic confessional.

so if i am the familiar?
why am i being fought against?
oh yea thats right...
i fight for my life.

back to the heels and jeans,
and a swivel in limbo,
dip down and there i go!

but the moments in where i shiver
often most--- in absolute delight
and knowing that inside
i fight for more than a reason to stay alive.

people have tried to harm me,
mentally, physically, emotionally, and mortally.
i still stand, i still fight
i can live longer
than the liars
because the proof is easy to gather
and put together.
but what is the familiar?
its there...