For 2 years, we've met, until now, I stop.
Arranging impassion's unpleasentationships
in this 10th year, doubtlessness's equipped
to unveil all of his un-friendship.
I'll leave here.
I leave behind.
I'll leave today-
& wont return.
When you go so far and factiously thank-
what you know to seek forgiveness for
Your once full words, empty and blank
while guises of gratitude implore.
All the cop outs and shifting blame
To grow up and then blow away again
Us tortured youths, from diamond minds
Extrapolate all that we may find
Worthy, of exchanging for our flesh's time-
Insidiousness perpetuates the implicit crime.
All that's perceived against one's will
Somethin within what I've now absorbed,
Like Freckles in the minds eye's open windowsill -
Every smile, each kiss, your touches abhorred.
As if I could make a deal with God,
and get him to change our places-
I'd be running up that road. Running.
Running.
Running.
Running-
With no problems.
To Dr. Ariel Graff,
Someone I once thought of as a friend, as brief and nieve as that was, I still wish he were. Written the second last time I was in his house, when I finally realized.
