Saturday, March 7, 2009

you’ll be my memories,
within your self-doubts
and aggrandizing jealousy,
that weakness projected
back onto me so as to
not realize the hell of
yourself, me, I internalized
you, brought you within my being
in the hopes that our combined
energy might not suffer the same
fate, fired anger seals your soul
in duality, as if you needed somebody
to never have to live it, to know
what you could be, a cowardly act,
and one that I fell for in many years
of delirium, to escape your hatred
of me, I turned to drugs, turned to
drink, turned to everything and
anything cause the belief in you
made me believe your doubts
of me, alas, a new atlas
has mercantorily projected itself
across my doldrums of narcissism,
I never meant shit to you,
cause you never meant shit to yourself,
and now my sun shines bright, no longer
held down by your dark and lonely shadow.

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