You left your typewriter in my apartment,
Straight from The Tortured Poets Department.
Your antics made you look so classic,
Lost in the world of your semantics.

My veins of pitch black ink at a chokehold,
As I yearn to begin again with a new fold.
At your worst, I was here first.

As I enter into evidence, the story of us.
I had to recall why I made such a fuss.
The allure of you had me drawn to you,
Pulled by a siren’s call.
Rising from the waves, at the brink of night
I left it all.

I wonder how you ended up with me,
Hatred spread like roots from a twisted tree.
I know you inside and out,
I don’t know how I survived all those sweet nothings
right out your tainted mouth.
Remember when you pushed me over a stout?

The first cracks in this happy-ever-after,
The silence that swallowed my laughter.
They say,
What’s not broken, don’t fix it.
Kintsugi finds beauty in the broken,
But the crimson-laced pieces,
The caricature of our faces,
Bolted into the typewriter’s fresh white pages.
Shattered and broken,
were left as my only token.

I see your eyes,
Gaze to his,
The way yours,
Would draw their way to mine.
Nervously flirting,
Laughing and smiling,
The way we used to be,
Do you see me in him?
I want to let go,
You want me to leave.
I long for you,
I need you near.
Moving on and forgetting,
I was the first,
To kiss your scars,
To accept your flaws,
To hold your face,
While your tears drowned my mind.
I miss you so much,
Forcing myself into habits to let go,
Picturing our future,
My face plastered,
With the image of him.
I wish you well,
I wish he treats you the way I did.
I hope you see in him what you never saw in me.
I hope you feel at ease with him.
I’m sorry i was too much.
I love you still.

It's Val, I talk of Value
Minds off! Well I turned it on
Who won't hide the idle?
Not tough, If Love is just enough

It's Val, or picnic in the valley
Love's gone! Places and gifts are gods
Demands high - higher than processed barley
Want more, less love, money got the odds

It's Val, still don't make it valid
The show off, to make the single feel worse
It's hard! Last year love addicts wish they still had it
But break ups! Las Las! We all need Jesus

It's Val, okay agreed! Valentine
Not wrong, if love is just as strong
As the vibe, the time when hearts melt fine
When this poetic voice is as suiting as a love song

I'm your X-Man,
Remember me?
You must, right?

I broke up with you,
You richly cursed me,
I met with an accident.

Almost died, but survived,
You came to look after me,
I survived that major one.

I woke up from the coma,
Not so soon as it took me,
But 3 weeks, oh 3 weeks.

I had forgotten the year past,
Most of it did wipe out in me,
All I recalled was your name.

Then I took 3 more months,
To recall what it took me,
To ultimately breakup.

So, I broke up once again,
Again you did curse me,
To eternal loneliness.

And until now, oh until now,
The breakups are done by me,
Whether girlfriends or fiancées.

But I've defeated a challenge,
Triviality you execrated me,
Yes. 'Twas your challenge.

So, you see now, do you?
Yes, you do, you do see me,
Yes, I'm successful again.

And to taste success,
The agony you gave me,
I braved all, all of that pain.

You, you I never cursed,
For you were loved by me,
I'm glad that you are happy.

However successful I may be,
An infinite grief still plagues me,
No real friends except my Father.

I should ignore the pain, you know,
My Father is here now for me,
I hope he is immortal.

I shall adopt a cat in future,
And the cat will love me,
Remove all the grief.

I'll carefully love that cat too,
Just like my Father loves me,
That liaison won't be brief.