Let's be 100 here.
You could be the most loyal
the most caring
the most attentive
the most attractive
the most affectionate
You could be one making all the efforts
the one spending the most time
with your 'investment'
...and in the end,
that person STILL walks away
Don't be questioning yourself
wondering where you went wrong
or what you could of done better
wondering if there was anything else
you could have sacrificed to keep them around

You are worth FAR MORE than that
Don't devalue yourself and feel like you're
missing something, that you absolutely need them
Don't beg to keep them around, let them go
Being loyal doesn't make you stupid -
but being loyal to someone whose walked
away IS stupid
In life, people come and go, but I've learned
that when the time is right, you will gain
something better

So I say when you see reality's hand raised,
welcome the slap
Wake up, move on and clap

Here is a check
To take to a bank
Miles far away from the bank
I am yet to bank
Tell me where in the world
Would I deposit a check
Bouncing the banks out
With no No numbers
Not even Roman numerals
tell me
Where to deposit this check
with the sign of your heart
So have I come to realize
With a stern rose at sunset
I will come kneeling before you
Please take my love back
Let’s make love in the river bank

(The Suspicious Oracle shifts in their booth, then stands from the table to sway into the light. They sweep the dust from their clothes and flash a smile.)

It's been noted. Oh,
my observation is go.
Perceptive circuits
caught the web
where it stretches
overhead.

Words, words, words,
beautiful pontifications
Words, words, words
eloquent romanticisms
of the empathy empty.         n.            devoid

(The Suspicious Oracle removes a bill from their coat and presents it to the audience.)

In blood these names list
the elite who seem to
herd together,
and at the gate
keep the risen.                           .
                                                       .
                                                        .
     ­                                                                 ­               .clean

The searing ray of
justice past due
will melt the
chains save
freedom
for the
few

for not loving that part
of
you

see we can't care about your jealousy
how are you talking to
we are not
talking
are
we

shut up and write
he lowered his
head

she walked over
put her
hands
on
his
shoulders
began to massage
he felt very relaxed

that never happened
we
can't
apologise
?

















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