You Wouldn't Know Cupid's Arrow If It Shot You Right In the Face
Once a wish, always a pipe dream
You would’ve known what it was if it came true
Let’s swap journals and see what we find
Show me the life you think you’re living
And I’ll show you mine
Your eyes glisten like sequins
in sequences of sentences engraved in skin
Though they share the same carved metaphor of angst in every line
In secrets and commonwealth,
Be a conversation piece or be my compulsive aftertaste,
Sweeten yourself into my addiction and pour it
Taking hammers to my hourglasses of self control,
But I’d still relapse for it
They caught the man who stole my identity
But honestly, I think he should seek help if he chose to be me
Oh the irony of the adopted disease
of healing through unsorted memories I’ve tried to erase
I need you as the reminder of this opportunity I chased
Revive me? Scorn me? Disown me like an undeserving parent?
If I’m the end of this trilogy, I better be the only name in your credits
And you’ll be the only representative in my eulogy
Will you tempt me, or sedate me with a used apology?
I guess “sorry” doesn’t carry like the doves I sent your way,
Holding my poetry
A journal swap, but it’ll be more one sided than the home team playing
But I'm putting my fulfillment of faith in you
That you'll still love me even when my brain starts exiting
The scarcity complex of your friendship rations
To my self-worth, is more than deafening
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