Thursday at Mallard Landing

I’m sick of you, I’m sick of me
Always ending, always ending
I’m sick of yearning and not being…
Lip curled, ego bruised
Nothing new, nothing new
Come volunteer for my vapid use…
I’m sick of you, I’m sick of you
I’m sick of you, I’m sick of me
I’m sick of our constant nothing
Mind enraged, window watching
Light’s escaping, Life’s escaping
Rather you spread eagle and suffocating
We’re debating dying or dating…
You’re so pretty & useless except to eyes
I hate your existence, logic defies
Logic defies so we slurp milky lies
One at a time, one at a time…
Wincing whine agitated pace
Wash away sins, sins wash away
Whatever you think you are is actually a waste
My favorite taste to devour post haste…
I’m sick of you, I’m sick of me
I’m so fucking sick of everything
I’m sick of inevitability
Come back to me crying or begging…
Frantic furious with nothing to do
All thoughts return to abusing a fool
You always do who you want to do
What you want to do is simple and cruel
Shut up, I don’t mean to cling
Just a fling, a lifeless thing
A lifeless thing is all you bring
A heartbeat stapled to a dead angel wing
And none of this matters but it all seems to
My lips are loose, my truth seeps through
Like every other idiot who has ever met you
I love you, it’s true, I’m stupid too…


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