If you look hard enough, you can see the sun.
You can stare it at and its boundless white and black.
I challenged the sun to a staring contest.
The sun played ***** and went for the eyes.

When the fibers of my shirt stretch, I feel fatter.
When my jeans need to be unbuttoned in the car, I feel ashamed.
But my power will bend this metamorphosis into beauty.
Sometime... Sometime soon...

A woman said mean things about me behind my back.
I agreed with her but never spoke with her.
I discussed it without her and came to the conclusion.
That woman should never speak to me again.

I can't help but feel heartless when you say I am so.
There is a bad guy but he's not me.
The bad guy is the one who's disappointing me.
The villain is the person who attacked anyone in their vicinity to get what they wanted.

I know I'm arrogant and I know I'm mean.
There are tidal waves and earthquakes you could build a relationship on steadier ground with.
But my ground is unmovable. My decision unbreakable.

And you are the one I love most. Though, it seems you have done everything to strip me from your life. The most important thing, hidden without a proper explanation. I have lost, utterly and completely.

And even this poem could be drilled down to 3 little words. "I miss you."