you made me feel like i belonged
like i could actually have
a life involved with others
now you're gone
and i am even more alone
than before

was it all
just a joke?

Few verses you tossed:
"What for the love, passion?"
Your cry of desperation
Is just the reflection of loss.

Yes, everything, for sure, will pass
Fade like rainbow, pass like rain.
The outcome known, my friend:
Each song the ending has.

But isn't it grand
To see for just one second
By what were saddened,
And beguiled the men?

Our whole life is
Just the moments of gleam,
The touch of a dream,
The bless of a kiss.

Yes, life is joke, evil mock
Maybe, from someone above
But devotion, love
Don't take as a joke.

Still a mess
So I guess
You knew best
When you left

Uncle, Uncle, I can't take anymore
Uncle, Uncle, I'm already on the floor

I've already said Uncle,  so give me some slack
Universe please,  stop jumping on my back

Stop with your antics,  your constant attacks
You let me progress,  just to be taken aback

Once again you have left me weeping at the door
Once again you have shaken me to the core

Uncle, Uncle, I can't take anymore
Uncle, Uncle, I'm already on the floor

I've already said Uncle,  so please let me up
I don't want to drink anymore from wrath's flowing cup

I'm tired of being the platypus,  your little joke
Tired of the agonizing feelings,  you leave me here to choke

Once again I'm drowning, as you hold my head under
Why is it my life you choose to plunder

Uncle, Uncle, I can't take anymore
Uncle, Uncle, I'm already on the floor

i turn the sound of the shattering into a punchline
and the laughter almost burns the room down.
and it feels almost like a promise.
(of what, i do not want to know.
i do not want to say.)

and the truth of it is
sometimes it truly is just a joke, a skin-deep wound, no one's loss;
other times
(most times)
the hurt scrapes against my bones,
and the promise echoes just as the laughter ends,
(sputters into a silence more deafening than the uproar)
as they leave the room,
as i am left alone.

i ride through the breakdown and become too lost to rebuild,

much less to rebuild alone.

"Always remember in a **** measuring contest the only people satisfied by the outcome are the two men playing with their *****."

I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept  me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that  i do not  have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one