I don't want to communicate with you or your obnoxious friends.
I'm cutting ropes, burning bridges, and tying these old, frayed loose ends
Please hear me out this time because I'll only send this message once
You should be aware by now; I'm going on scavenger hunts.
I'm dropping every one of you and saving myself into the directory
Then deleting you from my life and encrypting the distressed traces still next to me.
I cannot bother with sniveling viruses congesting my best systems
Infernal warnings at every corner, leaving me so hurt and frustrated at having missed them,
And my codex is difficult to understand
So you'll never do so with or without me holding your hand.
I'm going to be brutally, cruelly truthful to you, your love was pretty bland.
Your heart was never the right shape for my holes, which were pretty small.
You were never meant to handle me at all
I'm sorry that we had to take turns bearing with the fall
But I can apologize for nothing more than being obsessively personal
Too versatile, or nonconvertible, whatever you saw when you believed that you saw me.
But this decade and a half was regrettably irreversible.
I'm much too sullied to become clean enough. You see, I am sorry
I'm sorry, so sorry, for blemishes and prints across your skin and screen
I guess I'm sorry for being mean
And for my stinking attitude and reeking self,
My sweating keyboard fingers and spitfire absence of sympathy
Coming straight from the source, my dark thirst for telepathy
Which is likely connected to my lack of access to security
And started where I teeter on the tip of the mountain of hearts impurity.
I've raked my fingers through my hair and now shedding lies everywhere
I'm entirely a gross mistake and
If my meat sticks to my skeleton I'll consider myself lucky
Hiding the sliver of a chance that one day, my life will be less
Sucky.
And you're welcome for these awful lines that you didn't want me to write,
Because somewhere between blowing up and going silently I learned to shoot my shots and fight.
You'll definitely be giving me insults behind my back and you might even tell her
But if we're be truthful here, what can I say? I'm a lonely storyteller.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a select few of the poems I've written over the past two years or so. They're not the best and the rhythms are all messed up. But you know idc about that anymore so Enjoy my endless train of thoughts.
