False Impressions

'And no, you never meant to, but you did. Be whoever you have to be, I won't judge you. And sing whatever you have to sing, to get it out and not become a recluse about your house - come out. I know you never meant to, but you did.'

Dear your lovely wish,

I hold a writhing gift within my hands
Debating if I should give in to vengeance' demands.
A catastrophe was only long overdue
A bomb setting off at an untimely cue.
Perfection between the universe and me
Wishing not to flee, like it's always been
Minor changes free you from imprisonment
Leaving me alone with the false sense of abandonment.
This bomb that detinated was your hidden thoughts
That you thought while we stood in an empty lot
But you masked them so well, giving false impressions
That kept me far from a lonely depression.
A lesson
that tells me to trust not one
Will lessen
the respect I once held
That you once won.
You turn your back whispering among pretty faces
That falsified 'love' and all of its traces.
Maybe forever love is a word too strong and true
Never worthy enough for anyone to use
Lies are what's given among leading on
But I will never say that you were wrong.
You told me the truth with false impressions
Despite your moves with the least discretion.
On the board we play I don't know where we stand
Within all frustrations you hold power in your hands.
You're within a timely line of truth and a lie
I know not which side you choose to defy.
I try to make my mark
It never sticks
That which I throw into a fiery mix
Burning my attempts, they sum to
Ashes at my feet
Where a wish and reality
Sadly crashes
When they are to meet.
Numbers hold you in the confines of bars
that could easily bend if you tried hard.
I never believed you held such fear
But I was easily decieved, now I see it clear.
Perhaps within everybody we are superficial
Even though I saw purity within your initials.
I hold a writhing gift, wishing to give it to you
But within my normalities I can't wish it upon you.
Maybe that's the difference between you and I
As we age we can't make sight
Eye to eye
No matter how hard we try.
Just let it die.
I'm ready for that funeral.

xoxo,

The Solidity of Reality