it’s a funny thing to know
you just won’t be loved
can’t be
how could you?
asking them to pick u over the obvious good
begging you to throw away the light and step into
a dark little corner of loathing
so artificially in-genuine
thinking you could be liked like breathing
but knowing im the water in your lungs
tearing you away from the world
hopelessly attached to you
despite the way you hack at me to get away
im sorry i took it all over
denied you the freedom of knowing those
who without a doubt deserve you as a four leaf clover
deluding myself into thinking
you didn’t run away the minute you could
begging others for a way to stop sinking
alongside my disgusted mold
growing and infiltrating on any pitied attention
let go and let me fall
you know it’ll hurt me no matter
because you’re not the first to force me to see the wall
but congratulations
because youve led me like a lamb to slaughter
finally freeing those ive captivated
with my blinding car crash
that i’ll never try again to dash
into the world of those who should and could and would
be loved
thank you, you deserve a round of applause
for putting an end to the most boring joke