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Goodnight, My Favorite









Goodnight, My Favorite


Intricately/
Inching swiftly/
Towards the inner written/
Scriptures hidden/
Underneath the pictures quickening/
My pulse whenever I lift or shift these/
Little mysteries/
Like, did you miss me/
Always, or only when I fit in with these/
Ideals you had, eclipsed, you kicked me/
Out when I slipped these/
Dirty insolent sheets/
From the casket/
Of our pasts its/
Getting crispy/
In Hell, isnt it seem-/
Ing a little different/
When you're sitting listening/
To your heartbeat, it's a pistol slickly/
Changing chambers/
To make your anger/
Rage and claim you/
Clench your fists and hit me/
But you didnt pinch me/
Yet you didnt grip me/
Tighter, physics simply/
Dont apply when emotion clicks the trigger/
Were not your shills or little/
Pawns to bid, deliver/
Were grown adults/
With souls that caught/
The stench of potent dra-/
Ma that seems to stick to sickly/
People like you, it saddens me/
That your majesty/
Was soured, re-/
Member when you tried to damage me/
And accused me of slandering/
All of you, then slandered me/
For telling the truth you had to keep/
Under wraps and re-/
Bar, shackles, links/
Of chain that had to be/
Hazardous/
To your supposedly fantastic G/
Now you're mad at me/
Because I chose to stand and speak/
Passionately/
About the abuse I had to keep/
Secret for so long, but now I'm free/
Because I had the key/
And chose to unlock my own dastardly/
Fashioned clink-/
Ing irons with hands that keep/
Their composure through the badgering/
Lambasting/
And tantrums we've/
Weathered, how could we/
Come to this anarchy/
Fuck it/
The love will/
Always be there but it's trapped between/
The gravity/
Of all these situations and their maladies/
Please, just answer me/
The time we're wasting/
Is finally taking/
Its toll on everything, lies and favoring/
Prying, spraying/
Tears from eyes disdaining/
Your strenuous-/
Ly tenuous/
Grip on a life that's fading/
I've tried the tracing/
To the source of the tidal wave we've/
Seen from you, your denial, shaking/
Fits of unrivaled anger/
Just cry, awakening/
From this slice of unsavory/
Hell you've grown to like insatia-/
Bly, the pyre's blazing/
At the funeral of who you were, goodnight, I'm praying/
That you find your way, keep/
Perspiring daily/
Walking towards God's light and grace, He/
Wants you to survive this crazy/
Line of hazy/
Thought you deny embracing/
But Im done crying, hasti-/
Ly writing pages/
Of poetry giving this nonsense vital cradling/
Breath, Im tired, dazing/
Off and besides, Im lazy/
And differently wired, maybe/
So I wish you well, and say goodbye, my favorite/

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