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 facetiously 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
Something inside the heart's absorbant Freckled iris, the minds eye's staring still-
Each kiss quoted with smile's abhorrent.
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,
Written the second last time I was in his house, read now during my final visit, written down and left behind.