You claimed to be okay and said you were unfazed, but I should have known that you were waiting to set my world ablaze. I wish we could communicate, only then would I know this is all not in vain, if only we could eliminate the aggregate, then our potential would not poison our brains. Concealed caricatures of the person you claimed to be rose to the surface and engaged in battle with me, you claimed to wish me well but only gave me Hell, as you slowly revealed your colours, and came out of your sullen shell. Noxious naiveté that nearly knocked me off my feet, maniacally made me miss the person that I used to be. Your temperamental torture tasted like toxic defeat, seeping into my pores, and then dragging me through the streets. Taxicab confessions, without you I would only stay alive, with you I would surely die, as you contained enough venomous sting to inhabit many beehives. Double sided sword love, either one hurting more than the next; is it even worth it in exchange for the lack of respect? You refuse to tell me, or talk when something is on your mind, let molehills grow into mountains before you are reminded that they were even on your mind. Dust, and ashes brushed under the rug for the maid to find and laugh about, as you pushed me away with your silent penance that appeared to be devout. So take it all back, I have no time for this. I am over-booked but spontaneous, that must mean your love was the abyss. I ventured in deeper and deeper until I was lost before I found myself again, you already had my emotions, why did you also need to disparage my skin with your toxic acid rain? Neediness comes with a hefty price of heed, you cannot truly admit to love unless you first acknowledge your own greed. All selfishness aside, you claim to have done this for me as well, but I am not, nor will I ever be the one to accept without the option to rebel. Treat me right and we can last, challenge me as often as you can; without complexity, we are both bound to result in the arrested development of our own respective lands. Passive aggressive with your vibe so aggressive, why did you digress and leave the best to the rest? Show me your surreal colour, make me see that you can shine, too - without holding me hostage, accosting me for all that you do. Over now, done, you lost your chance to make an impact; seethe as you watch silent as my life gets back on track.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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