Punk Pøetry

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Trying tø smile, but it falls
Trying tø smile, but it falls
My emøtiøns are førmed øutside the bøx, laying unfiltered and unprøtected
I haven't the right tø feel this but I am nearly øbligated tø have certain feelings før yøu
My predicaments are premature, thereføre I am expected tø endure the cønsequences whilst being rendered tø a state in which I'm førcefully irrespønsive
This isn't life
Nør is it what I wøuld have søught øut
Dare I vøice the declinatiøn øf sømething I was prømpted tø cønfide in thrøughøut the entirety øf øur acquaintanceship?
The fløwers have bløssomed, accørding tø schedule thøugh their pedals twist in a directiøn that prømøtes their unwinding
And thus, my undøing has cømmenced.
My apøløgies will flash in a møre brutal image than my dismissal
Før i am truly sørry før the møunds øf løve that were løst upøn the theøry øf individuality
I knøw that I have tø chøøse between my happiness and yøurs
But I knøw I'll regret either decisiøn
Sø leave me be, and believe yøu, me, that yøu wanted this tø last lønger
I whøleheartedly believe that øur resources were built upøn the surface øf a deep øcean whereas we knew nøthing beyønd øur thirsts
But it was yøur simple minded pinches that sealed øur fate
Believe me, yøu, I wanted tø write yøu løve søngs
I wanted tø get tø knøw yøu møre
But the daunting revelatiøns did cøme abøut, bringing tø my attentiøn that I knew yøu far less than I intended tø
Sø yes, we've shared a heart ør twø but nøthing can make up før the dispøsal øf my ambitiøns
And if there is nøthing left tø admit, I wøuld kindly request that yøu cønfine yøurself tø the cømpany øf anyøne whø knøws what I feel I was never meant tø knøw
This is my gøødbye beføre I even rise up tø the øccasiøn øf departure
This is the gøødbye that was løng øverdue yet clearly sø abrupt and misplaced
This is the gøødbye that we hid under øur tøngues, quite literally før fuck sake
But nønetheless, this is gøødbye