When the act becomes pathological – it is then easier to carry out falsehood.
Concern begins to diminish and what was once an act of sorrow and remorse is now happiness and comfort.
There is no longer a lingering of turbulence, in fact, my character is unapologetic.
I once reflected like time indefinite.
I tried to catch the glass tiles; before they fell.
Without a smile, I asked if you can turn on the stereo.
I wanted to play this old song, about love.
At one time, I thought it was OK for us to communicate, but we simply have no identification with each other anymore.
It’s no longer that ‘Awkward’ silences which truly make it uncomfortable, rather the remembrance of our structure.
We simply forgot to water the plants that day and now the weeds have choked up the smallest hint of life which existed.
Allowing my alter-ego to take over only seemed justified when you no longer bore my true nature.
I couldn’t be true ‘REAL’ with you because there were too many questions.
No, we didn’t have to agree on everything, but we should not have to fight around the details of something.
The noise of my mask reiterates the gloom and ugly, you desperately ignored in our broken relationship.
Did I forget to tell you my name? My name is Y-Me – it is a name that carefully defines the function behind our pantomimed motives.
Because you never liked being responsible for your actions.
You rather me but instead the motive behind me, crouches at your door!
You will have to face it, in the final judgment.
But until then, I leave you a graph, I’ll leave it to you, to measure the axis and right angles.
Perhaps, you’ll define the variables in relation to your ‘X’.
I remember writing this almost a year ago, on the cracks of my relationship with X, and it came back to me, because of a similar manifestation I had recently. A lot of these words could be taken as a bit bitter, but I truly believe the graph will be marked. The house is dissolved, and the skeletons are given a new name!
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