you never really know someone until the cloud of affection disperses,
the fog is lifted and you can stare at the personality before you,
what has taken years to create this accumulation of mistreatment
this conglomerate of teenage angst, and riot, disguised as selflessness.
you holding yourself up in all your self righteous glory
i hope you never read this, i love you
the clouds are gone and so is my impaired judgement
the affection will never worm it's way back.
i never thought of the day when i'd consider
someone's misguided worry aimed towards others
as fuel to a god complex bigger than my own
i hope you never read this, i can't stand you
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoesíaWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
