last i heard you were
reading Oscar Wilde's
The Picture of Dorian Gray
have you mustered the
courage since then to
exhibit authenticity when
you say
i love you
to the golden girl
staring back at you in the mirror
can you peel back the
veil obscuring your self-image
to see a little clearer
ten months
since we last
exchanged
circumstantial
pleasantries
funny
we used to converse every day
c'est la vie is what i imagine you'd
have to say for yourself after all
it always did sound like an excuse
constantly reclusive your
imaginary deity the
only refuge you've ever known
so wander despondently
refugee of refuse
pilfer from the gutters
of garbage some semblance
of purpose some pretense of
predestination to validate your
meaningless existence
**** it up like
the rest of us
there's no rhyme or
reason for the so-called
seasons of life
you're a fair-weather
friend and though i might've
crossed oceans for you then
i don't mind you
out of my life
you should’ve paid closer
attention when they
once told you
be careful if you
befriend a writer
they'll make you
immortal
even when you
just want to
die
i guess that's life
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
last i heard you were
reading Oscar Wilde's
The Picture of Dorian Gray
have you mustered the
courage since then to
exhibit authenticity when
you say
i love you
to the golden girl
staring back at you in the mirror
can you peel back the
veil obscuring your self-image
to see a little clearer
ten months
since we last
exchanged
circumstantial
pleasantries
funny
we used to converse every day
c'est la vie is what i imagine you'd
have to say for yourself after all
it always did sound like an excuse
constantly reclusive your
imaginary deity the
only refuge you've ever known
so wander despondently
refugee of refuse
pilfer from the gutters
of garbage some semblance
of purpose some pretense of
predestination to validate your
meaningless existence
**** it up like
the rest of us
there's no rhyme or
reason for the so-called
seasons of life
you're a fair-weather
friend and though i might've
crossed oceans for you then
i don't mind you
out of my life
you should’ve paid closer
attention when they
once told you
be careful if you
befriend a writer
they'll make you
immortal
even when you
just want to
die
i guess that's life
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