madness, melancholy ✓

The Cynic's Delight

Oh perilous, perilous windows of time,
Showing what was, what is, what willl be,
But worst of all, what could have been.

Piercing pain, hallowed hatred and a hardened heart,
Form the broken fragments they piece together.
Romantic turned cynic, smiles upside-down.
Salty tears hidden under the dark blanket of night.

An irreverent truth, ingrained now deep within.
Rose glasses make way for shades of black
That hide a racoonish glint beneath them.
So this was betrayal. This was a broken heart.

Loss was destructive, but the loss of what one never had was a curse.
A curse that forever tainted ones mind, ones heart.
To have loved and lost was never better.
It was worse, worse, one hundred times worse.

What bullshit these lovers pronounce,
Talking of loves lost and conquests gone wrong.
Love doesn't exist; only obsession.
An oblivion reached with three stupid words.

And that turns into a blackhole,
When he doesn't say them back.

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