My Dear Imbecile, its Reality Speaking.

I’m left speechless by the perspective I’ve been fed.
All my thoughts about you,
Have been completely converted into the contrary.
My respect for you is at its lowest wake.

This amount of idiocracy you have instigated,
Despises me to the deepest of levels.
I never thought a person like you,
Would sink down to the stolidity of the rest.

Sure, you’ve were able to polish this diamond,
Purify it, and extract it from the rubble surrounding it,
But just because it’s shining now,
Doesn’t mean you take its luster for granted.

I don’t even comprehend what I can attempt any more,
To make you realize that this thing you have in your hands,
Is something people don’t find easily.

So for you to let it rot,
And waste because of your selfish thoughts,
Has to be the most immature crime you have committed.

You made me believe you had changed.
I thought my impact on you was a truthful one.
One lesson that you would carry with you forever.

I guess it was your thoughts linking together deceitful words.
A language your heart can’t seem to decipher.

But we’ll be the ones pitying you in the end.
For once you realize what a great mistake you’ve made,
It will be too late to turn back.

This prize you have spent so much time fighting for,
Will be gone if you don’t top your idiotic ways.
You keep stating how it is your one profound goal,
To protect her from any pain she might face.

But you’re too blind to see,
That all the bruises left on her emotions,
Are those of you brutally beating her with your actions.

I’ll leave you with this;
A brutal statement of the truth right before your eyes,
So you won’t let this hard work go to waste…

Optimum Disintegration of Her Withering Mind.

She muffles her sobs ,
As the tears cascade from her weeping eyes.
Hearing that voice once again.The only weakness she possesses,
Brings her down to the deepest levels of misery.

Are you oblivious to her pain?
what does it take for you to notice,
That you carve the deepest wound
Upon the surface of her shattered heart.
There's no one to blame but you.

Inconspicuously, she runs away from your fury.
Crawl into the deepest hole,
And she prays the darkness will one day overtake her.
Easing the pain once and for all,
Giving up on the ever-lasting battle.

Doing the unthinkable,
She reaches for that shimmering object,
That she hopes will ease her from her pain.
Even her own thoughts are surprised by this impulse.
Seconds passed, and the line has been crossed.

She's never believed in this monstrosity,
And has always tried fighting it,
Even if it means losing relationships along the way.
But the fury was too much to handle.
Those thoughts can invade a mind faster than you think.

You wonder how you could possibly be at fault.
You took the right precautions,
Guided her thought the right paths,
And left your attention to fix something,
That was more visibly shattered than her.

If you only knew,
Everything you’ve done to protect her,
Backfired, and was the breeze that blew her over the edge.
You never worried too much, and she noticed.
But don't you know that worry, in its hidden form, is a way to show you care?

Seeing the outcome herself,
She's dismayed by the baggage it brought.
Petrified that she sunk down to this level,
Thinking she was stronger,
And could suppress any forms of pain.

The deep catatonic state of depression that you see
Will be what kills her faster.
Even if she doesn’t speak, let her know it's normal for people to fall.
Tell her it's how you pick yourself afterwards that matters.

Once full recovery has been achieved,
Thanks to deep loyalties,
Past experiences,
And a strong past state of mind,
She'll spill her secret to the world.

The reactions were expected,
Predicted, almost.
But that doesn’t mean it's easier
To replay the events of nights before.
She’ll have to live with those memories now.

Feelings of remorse, fear and anger
Intertwine confusion around her.
She waits for time to diagnose her,
How mentally healthy she’ll be in the future.
After all, you drove her past this line,

Who knows how far of a mistake she’ll make next time.
You can’t tell her,
For you burry your head in the sand.
She can’t tell you,
For she has no idea how mentally stable she is…

Let’s Get Down To the Beat of My Infatuation

I wonder what the world would be like,
If only for a day every one’s thoughts were vocalized.
To have the realms of your mind exposed,
And have the barricades opinions brought down.

I contemplate what your reaction would be,
To my entrapped thoughts about you, finally being unleashed.
Would my thoughts drive you away,
Or are they the final lure that brings you to me?

Tell me if you notice,
How much of a compulsive tease you are.
Bring my hopes up, give me strength, provide me with safety.
Walk away, and reality awakens me from that dream.

You don’t mean to cause so much torture.
It’s all in your subconscious after all.
Shooting subliminal messages straight through me.
Am I that good at hiding my wounds?

But I wonder if that one day,
Where the world speaks its mind.
Let those hidden whispers turn into screams of attention.
If that would all come to a halt.

For you, my mind is your crystal rose.
It’s protected by my steel cage,
But you’re the only one with enough strength over me,
To make it collapse by choice.

I hope you acknowledge the fact that only you can do that.
I’ve tried so many times to shake you off,
But your presence remains constant in my memory
Sadly, I don’t think this black magic works both ways.

So let’s leave it at this typical farewell…
You’ll wander, live the life you always have
Showered in oblivion and bliss,
And you’ll quickly forget about me.

While I’m drowning in thoughts of you,
Replaying our scarce moments together.
Wondering what would’ve happened,
If I only had asked you to dance with me…

My Commiseration of Your Insincerity.

If you had the opportunity…

Of feeling happy,
Being surrounded by friends,
And living in your perfect fantasy,

But being lied to,
Surrounding yourself in means of a dream,
A hypothetical setting,
And cutting away parts of you, to please everyone else.

Or,

Defying conformity,
Being who your heart tells you to be
And not changing for anyone else’s judgment,

But being miserable,
Feeling alone, no matter how crowded the room is,
Having a select amount of friends,
And constantly being ostracized by the cliché we call ‘others’

What would you single handedly select?

This decision is an intricate one.
That pretty much paths out a lifetime
So go on, close your eyes and choose a side.

You ask for advice,
Because you know I’ve been here before.
I’ve dealt with the slap of reality
And that harsh revelation that made me open my eyes.

I’ll tell you one piece of advice.
How honest are you with yourself?
How far can you go, with blinding yourself,
And act dumb, as if you don’t see this isn’t the real you?

The path I chose might have not been the determined,
Let alone, ‘preferred’ one,
But the one that I didn’t have to live a lie.

I present myself as how I want to be seen.
I do what my heart desires,
And I say ‘fuck it’ to whomever doesn’t agree.

Because I know, I can’t lie to my heart,
Just as well as you do every single day.

Malevolently Compassionate.

I really need to learn to control my emotions.
I lash out at those who instigate pain
Possibly because of the countless times,
I’ve been shred to pieces.

Trust is nothing coherent with me.
Every time I hand it out,
It’s pure, clean and true.
But returns with stab wounds, and shoe prints.

Don’t question me on how I manage,
To return it to that state every single time.
To purify it of the sorrow, and lies,
It has been deceitfully contaminated with.

Even thought I handed my trust to you,
On that shining, equable platter.
And you took it for granted,
Treated it like some inconsequential piece of matter,

It doesn’t justify my actions , so childish and wrong,
For treating you like this.
The hypocrisy I’m instigating,
Despises my conscience to the deepest of levels.

Teach me how to control myself.
Restrain my levels of rage,
And cut down my catty ways.
Thus producing a more ‘emotion friendly’ me.

I’ve lost deep relationships to this before.
And I would gladly shut up,
To not lose you as a friend too.
But it seems I learned my lesson too late.

I wonder what the outcome would have become,
If I had know back then what I know now.
If the collisions created, and the storms I instigated,
Would have all been easily avoided.

But now I’m left here to ponder,
If you will ever accept my apology.
Yes, I took it too far, and I’ve realized it.
But you’re not completely innocent yourself.

Just know, that you opened my eyes.
Showed me something I was unaware of.
And gave me enough motivation,
To change my faults I dislike the most.

You did all that, by not saying one word…