Self-Solving Rubik's Cube
We found the smoking gun but we wouldn’t tell a soul
The you that I would tell everything to
Left me sinning and spinning in my own cave of exulansis,
on my own island of impending radical forgiveness
on my own isolated planet of despondence and ricocheted resilience
Sending postcards from a planet in dissolve
But if I could never sum up what you mean to me in a lifetime of conversation,
How could I tell you in a few lines drawn from my desecration?
Have we been through so much,
Or is everything just a thousand times bigger for me?
I found the single match that set this place ablaze
Even a gun to my skull would still spark a waterfall of words
Addressed to you
But never another soul
Alone in Antarctica with a spirit so cold
You wear a lotus on your shirt
But I don’t see you being “reborn”
You wear a chest on your shirt but do you consider yourself a “treasure”?
I’m afraid these burning questions
Are nothing but an oathful tune mocking an inevitable “are you sure?”
Have we been through so much,
Or is everything just a thousand times bigger for me?
I try to be the flowers to your garden,
But I’m afraid I’m just the weeds
I’m ever growing and uninvited
Have we been through so much,
Or is everything just a thousand times bigger for me?
But your nicknames and taciturn support
Is the komorebi that reveals me sprouting and pouting!
If you are the soil then I’m just the weeds
Ever growing and uninvited
But you knew what came along with planting a garden
Have we been through so much already,
Or is everything just a thousand times bigger for me?
Here we are, cutting loose ends,
building shrines over their heads and worshiping our friends
But you know you have to deal with the weeds to bloom a garden
Writing bibles under your name, pretending I don’t worship you as a friend
Sending postcards from a planet in dissolve
But I could never sum up what you mean to me
Not in a lifetime of conversation,
Not in any form of poetic substance of any archaic language,
Lost and forgotten
But even weeds have potential and serve the sun's purpose
So please don’t forget me when my relentless ego boosts
Have made you a greater scale of famous
But I know you need someone who doesn’t sit in a throne,
waiting to take a torch to your omissions
And I know you can find a light in the darkness you take your shots in
I know you don’t need me
Sending postcards from my planet of disillusion,
Lost and forgotten
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