No Happy Ending

This wasn't the way you left me.

This posture is the way I'm pretending that it was never ending.

Searching for the happy ending.

I'm never finding, only highlighting the happy, pending.

My happy ending got lost in a crappy sending.

Trans-lending.

I thought I was transcending but I was only forgetting.

Who I was, who I am, who I loved.

It was denial that came up from under the rug.

Took the position of my conscious self and started to un-plug.

The mission it self, humbug.

Burn this kids love bug and turn his faith and face into a glum mug.

Haste with no distaste for the great or the fugly.

This girl I now find doesn't love me.

In this world I now find mustn't be of me.

I'm asking the oddest things.

I'm asking for odyssey and I'm tasking for the modesty.

This is the way and I'm using my best ability to stay in the novelty but there's no happy ending to this odyssey, honestly.