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Bad Boy Gone Good

Your life is a sandwich with many layers
Your knife slaughtered me as you bewitch my mind with thought-slayers
Coming undone by this bleeding hate-love relationship 
You tease me with insults that make me wanna cry, but I'll get a man's toughest grip 
I'm a Titanium ship when I'm without you
I'm a merry-go-round when I place my foot in your shoe

Fantasy reality, mesmerizing my mind's eye altogether
I'm feeling better, thank you wholeheartedly...you're such radness, a mad mess
My heather feather...light with desire-leather
I'm dealing with matches of sadness and gladness

Gagging from the reviving grossness from your hateful heart to my own
Reliving the moments of Mayhem unknown 
Spiteful sensations and sentiments turn me off...be tough!
Arrogant comments and demented laments...that's just rotten enough!

You pulled out the lettuce of my Liam Neeson awareness
I thought I-I was loved by my looks of miraculous eustress   
P.O.ed by the lack of dignity you have exchanged to me...you're out of my reach 
B.S.ed me several times with your charming speech I beseeched at the beach

Sunny moonshine you gorged yourself with
I didn't matter to you, for my everything isn't flattering completely...I failed successfully
Reality is contrary to your beliefs, a lying myth 
I deny you not when you plan your way to see me at least two times a week; I'll wink to that childishly

I wish your auras don't turn against me time and time and time again
Refrained from riding you insane like a bike when it starts to begin 
You shot me with your glares and you ripped me off by your nightmares
I cheated on life and death countless times with short-term, dark dares 

Spending hours and hours, squandering our time as usual...
Thinking of what to write for this last part of the poem...hm, I'll think that through before I jot down my jiffy muse
Staring at an angelic Apple before me and I'm about to take my first bite to enhance my energy fuel...how cewl!!!
Then, I drop suddenly for a complicated reason that doesn't make sense, even in the season of Fall - 
Just cruising through the good side of life, 
but all you do is accuse me of abusing my leisure time -- such delighted news...
It's almost as disappointing and horrid as losing your favorite phone
And you are left on your own...hanging out with your imaginary buddy, Feeling Alone
Misunderstood and feeling not-so-good, even in my own spiraling notion-filled head
Constantly and rebelliously, begging God to evaporate the dread and give me all I want instead...craving the words left unsaid...blushing red
Not good in the hood in my ghetto neighborhood
Nourishing and nurturing food of it's-all-good
Fitting in 
Growing thin
Sick, choking on freezing fevers and underachieved endeavors
Overrated me got underrated fast in a skipping stone second
X-out my passion that leads to abominable sin
Sacrificing pleasure by throwing my worries and temptations in the filthy bin 

Serve me smiles, not your painstaking piles
I am your kitchen tiles
When I should be your sunny sky
You don't answer my "WHY??!!"
When will I get your attention? I died a little inside, fighting the bothersome, irking urge to baby cry 
It irks me to see you go 
In these shoes of sulk, you know? You should KNOWWww

I'm your odd and even numbers 
It doesn't EVEN matter ODDly
Oh Gracious, Good God, your words of wisdom does last longer farther and doesn't expire like our fooldumb errors
You flatter me with your ways, pretty ugly I must say apologetically 

Life is worth spending with you for eternity 
Death is exploring in a forever negativity 
Field of freedom is where I roam 
Life's a freeway of choices - my choice is going home bittersweet home

Talk that talk
Walk that walk
I'm the bad boy gone good
And you're the good girl gone bad, left to be misunderstood
I can sympathize at the least
But, my brave zeal is beast 
Now, let's feast to that...there will be dismay days like this and all that. . . . . 
I, the friend-and-foe cat and you, the dirty little rat

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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