Disillusion
I just want to cry out like I mean something,
Run through the night of a snapped shut street,
Outside the houses where the people sleep,
Pouring out all the bored mediocrity
Into the sieve of their massacred dreams.
I want to have you like someone has genius;
I want to pin you open and see how you breathe.
I want to disappear into something eternal;
I want to laugh at death’s futility.
My dearest, finite never scared me.
I want so many things, none of them concrete.
All of these people that don’t mean a thing;
You just stand there and make them obsolete.
You might as well be the last of everything.
As for me?
Unimpressed with what life turned out to be:
Expendable;
Exactly what it seemed.
If you weren’t so beautiful I might not even like you.
Isn’t it a shame?
Everything is so stupid and I can hardly utter your name.
Things are no longer same;
I’ve loved you since the very first day.
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