Bars

I've been living in a grand repetition,

in a state of indecision, you derailed my mission,

and now I'm focusing my vision onward,

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

and my pride sinking down to the depths,

And I eagerly descend the steps -- And it's best we don't coalesce.

And I confess that I'd stress out less,

imagining this whole relationship as a game of chess,

Maybe then this mess'd be solved,

and we'd have evolved past your need to conquer all.

Taken the fall more times than I care to recall,

its all that's consumed my thoughts,

In a hall I, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

than the realest hipster, and I'm a realist who knows I'll never be an a-lister.

But when I kissed her, the floodlights came on full force messing up my insights,

and blinding me to them, I should've known then you were coal and not a gem

I fix the hem of my shirt, I guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

sometimes covert but always with cohorts

It hurts, but worse of all I know you'll do it again,

you're a curse, a nurse sedating and elating me, never elucidating

with synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

You live life in excess, admit it, you're in it to win it,

it's hinted, and my glasses were tinted

I'm so timid that I took your hits

You betrayed me like a fox, shit.

You're a paradox in motion, just a violent ocean,

what's with all the commotion?

I'm an editor, known by some to be a Redditor, a time traveling predator,

to senators

I live by Chekhov's gun and now I'm firing it, revising all the time admiring it,

Did I get a hit? I'm pretty fucking sure of it

I'll take the crown even upside down as I descend, mend and tend, ascend

where I intend to get the bends again

Sometime, somewhere, I'll end up nowhere like an old trend

An eventuality of falling for your sensuality, I feel like a fool that's taking

intro to anatomy

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though I was always good at

spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys