I’m the bland, the misguided misfit who is always “with the band,”
Feigning prestige, I’m nothing more than a coffee-carrying consumer,
I’m eager, yes, visibly excited even, to hide uncomfortable truths behind a stain of smiles.

Walk with me. A mile in my shoes; follow the trail of tread wearing down like my patience for the songs of the dead..
Listen closely, purge evil intentions from distant futures.

Culture has clouded my judgement, raised and reared like a starving artist, fighting against nature and nurture for my next meal.

Peel. Layers laughed as you ripped again and again into each one, never reaching the source or your full potential.

Essential. Liquid love, your words entomb practical promises deep inside of me where the truth hurts the most.

“I don’t think I can ever love someone again,” I whispered to myself; remembering to practice what I preach. “Not since the last person let me down.”

It was me. I tried to love myself, but it was like grasping at straws that fates fire had decided to light aflame.
Blame. It is me; gifted in ways that matter to none. “Remember, there’s someone,” But.. what if I were honest and told you there were none?

Bliss sometimes comes in the form of a kiss that we missed. Lips locked in a battle that should have never began.

I hate you for this. I love you for that. Let’s just skip to the end, and end this. Reach for the stars so that when you fail, you’re high enough to fall to your death.

Tell me, once again, how “I’m everything you never wanted” with your final breath