So I can start from scratch.
Without the backdrop of the fantasmical hero in the end.
To my own demise, I trusted that there would a possibility that he could redeem himself
But that's the thing with adults right? They don't need to.
Honestly, I didn't think much would come from it.
an endless cycle of disappointment, the weary eyes piercing the middle of my back
In place of a knife, he applied the pressure of possibility.
My thing is, in the wake of his philosophical and sentimentally driven
approach to this whole life thing
There should have been a thorn in the thigh
A safety blanket for the ego
And really, if you think about how much he went out his way to be a good person
It should have been there.
It should have been there.
The weird thing is
I knew it would pan out just like this.
But still...
I will always find a reason to believe in people vs. doubting them
I am just programmed like this
You could hurt me
Rip the earphones out of my ears
Take the cranberry juice from mine
To yours
swooshing the possibilities between your fingers
Stain my crisp tees
Stain my teeth
Stain my life
Stain my leaves
I find a reason for you not to leave
and here we are...
Hoped I would never have to reduce a fallen hero
fallen angel
fallen hills
and be fallen tears
To use such simple words
Remove such simple soils
undo so much coils
God for the love of God
I have to undo twelve years of believing
Like a prophet on a hill
Your vision died as soon as I saw beyond you
The fatal mistakes
Glimpses failed to make
Taking off your glasses in the wake of a moment
Unable to see beyond the beckoning
Its the build up
The grit between the teeth
the veiled and unveiled play by play
of this.... this casual yet so carefully misplaced comedy
When you don't know who you are
And they keep telling you to be yourself
When they don't know that you are beyond tired
Barely holding on but holding on
And they keep telling you you're wasting your life
When all you wanted was a break
But they keep telling you you're broken
It is laughable, how nobody knows me
I don't know where I would even begin downplaying the level at which I am lost
The thing about being lost is....
It is heightened really
How alone you become in the face of confusion
Abandoned by direction and reason
I am just standing there
and it is weird because
I genuinely can't point out anyone
who gives a shit enough to be like '
'hey, this way'
You move
this way
You recover
this way
You adjust
this way
You become you
this way
Take a step this way
You raise your brother this way
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