Recently, I am someone who shared their secrets to you,

Was in a state of emotional and chemical imbalance in my head,

I could not have stated more to you what should have, could have, and would have been,

Did I play you about the fields, or what we had was something we could have avoided?

Did you hate me when I loved you the most? I get the feeling you did,

My die-hard habits went feral because of you,

Fresh out the concentration camps that once were similar to the designs of Nazis,

I watched you walk past the holograms our stories foretold,

I just don't understand how you're not running after me after we called it quits,

So, I went about with the world, thinking I could never open up the same to you anymore,

But, it kills me how I don't understand how you won't miss me,

Guess you moved on, yet I'm stuck here in holographic names and status,

Newly exorcised demon when I hired pro-priests to execute everything about me,

The tragic profound equity weaved out all the fabric of what I could have done,

I'm a book thief, I flip the script of writers, words rained all over the world,

Want to push the restart button, even if it means I'll be cuffed out by the punishers,

Pick your venom, hey, I'm all kinds of it anyway,

You'd try to lock me in towers, only wine anoints you,

Would it still matter if I heal from this annihilation?

She's my albatross, I crossed my mindless and thoughtless heart,

Devils you may know suggested to me I should kill you off,

I know I should, but I could never hate you, design to kill, born to be,

Your phantoms succumbed my orientals, thinking it'd be the last time,

You said some things that my mind couldn't imbibe,

If the glare in your eyes counts all the numbers in the alphabet, what? Make it make sense,

Would your memories fade away like scars on my heart?

If you want to tear my world apart, just say, if you loved me hardcore like a game,

Hear ye hear ye, the conductors conducted an intermission of songbirds and mockingjays,

How did we end? I knew from the start you'd leave me like I was nothing to you,

I reflect on this poem, loss to a higher roll of dice,

Walking in circles, as if I were confused, one sigh and then, we became detrimental,

Happiness, I shall find, the one I must meet at coffee shops,

After all, there's happiness in every end, is it something I can have?

I can pretend like I can comprehend every single thing in my head,

I will tell no one, except for my solitude, to spite all of my blues,

Carved out pumpkins thinking I have a chance for a phoenix,

Mentally weak, combat with knives, lost in the wrinkle of time.