Sunday, April 17, 2016

Hologram

You think she doesn't notice
Well I know damn well she sees
How obsessed you are with yourself
Clinging to your mental disease
In years she will remember
She will know I was there
You were given opportunities
Experiences you refused to share
Don't cry to me later
When she doesn't call
Don't get all weepy
She's already brushed herself off from the fall
Abandonment is a choice
Yeah your body was physically here
You didn't fight the closet monsters
Or wipe away her millions of tears

1 comment:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I love the way you write...wow