the stupidity of it all
makes me crank the volume
and just bathe in it
eyes drawn to the scene
and how i can no longer aspire to care
because i should've expected this
better yet, i did
because you always say no
and then set the pedal to the floorboard
and i just wanna laugh
until my ribs are in anguish
and every convulse of my body
is both a shake of cackles and a bargain for air
but it's just so disheartening
when a revelation 1000 times confirmed
adds a tally to its tail
because it's you
and perhaps i awaited this
subconsciously or not
and it doesn't change anything
only justifies my stance on this whole charade
A/N: why do all my poems sound the same
