Dad,
And Mom,
If I pass
And you find all this,
Find some mushrooms
My friend by the same name
May be able to help
Have a bunch
And stare at my paintings
And you'll know who I was

Have you
Even once
Gotten drunk
And a little high,
Swirled your glass,
Looked through the bottom,
And remembered
What it was like
To sit on the couch beside
And listen to this
Belle Musique

You and I
were a beautiful love,
but not one meant to last
We loved the same music,
but in completely different ways

All I see around me
is unhealthy relationships
"**** buddies"
with feelings on one side
guys who refuse to commit
girls who cheat and lie
I'm tired of it all
It sickens me to see them
investing their hearts
in partners who
do more harm than good
Wake The ****! UP!
You're wasting your love...
...just like I wasted mine

somehow,
when
you put
your thumb
on my
pressure points,
I feel alive

What lies within this man
is apparently gold,
at times, for others
But toxic thoughts keep him
from daring to enjoy anything
Please, someone distract him
before his life has fled
and he finds his false beliefs
were of the worst kind there is
when he could have had others
just as false,
but not suffered without end

It's a game
It can only be a game
Bury myself deep inside
Give off a big smile
Be charismatic in my own way
Care deeply, in reality.
When the time is right,
Drop bread crumbs of truth,
Revealing those
Oh-so-delicious tid bits
About who I really am
Find out this could never work
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