#heh
Making my mind walk back to what has been,
and to what should not be any more existent
has reminded me of the memory of the feeling
that I was in so much discomfort.
In an ocean of discomfort;
another slab of meat versed on floating around the ocean.
I was resting on my own contentment
knowing pain was mirrored back.
This is a letter that will never be sent,
for I do not want this to reach you;
for your eyes to see, for your own mind to feel at ease.
Not anymore will I let you know I let my mind
stay temporarily on what was.
We were both made to break each other.
This is a letter I will never send to you,
nor anyone.
For people have so much capacity to do so many things
also to hurt people and to watch them get hurt.
Ecstatic.
Like how you felt about me.
Like how I feel now about hurting you.
With a little hint of remorse.
I have waited so long
only to find out I was the one
who would destroy whatever what was.
On the darker side;
There will always be a part of you
in the person who I used to be.
On the darker side;
I want to come back and hurt you again.
When you knew I was so much like you
you know it would end up like this.
You know all of that was would turn into what was-
nothing.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Whyever can nobody spell anymore?
It's starting to cause me concern:
For as long as I wait,
as far as I go,
It's the one thing that no one has learned.
How can it be that the grammar
Of the world is on sharp decline?
The words that they say,
the sentences short
Grind sensitive ears and mind.
I know that I slip into lapses, too
Where I no longer care for perfection;
I say "runned" and use "i"
where a capital would stand
Though no one's around for correction.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC