You Wouldn't Know Cupid's Arrow If It Shot You Right In the Face

Once a wish, always a pipe dream You would’ve known what it was if it came true Let’s swap journals and see what we find Show me the life you think you’re living And I’ll show you mine Your eyes glisten like sequins in sequences of sentences engraved in skin Though they share the same carved metaphor of angst in every line In secrets and commonwealth, Be a conversation piece or be my compulsive aftertaste, Sweeten yourself into my addiction and pour it Taking hammers to my hourglasses of self control, But I’d still relapse for it They caught the man who stole my identity But honestly, I think he should seek help if he chose to be me Oh the irony of the adopted disease of healing through unsorted memories I’ve tried to erase I need you as the reminder of this opportunity I chased Revive me? Scorn me? Disown me like an undeserving parent? If I’m the end of this trilogy, I better be the only name in your credits And you’ll be the only representative in my eulogy Will you tempt me, or sedate me with a used apology? I guess “sorry” doesn’t carry like the doves I sent your way, Holding my poetry A journal swap, but it’ll be more one sided than the home team playing But I'm putting my fulfillment of faith in you That you'll still love me even when my brain starts exiting The scarcity complex of your friendship rations To my self-worth, is more than deafening