Freedom

Let me picture you

Let me close my eyes and think of you

Let me think of that golden hair that goes down past your thighs

And that smile, oh that smile

The one filled with lies

I bet you weren’t expecting that line You were expecting some grand words that would stop all of time One that would make this look accidental

And make me look so sentimental A poem that would make us actually fall in love

And the heavens would open up and angels would weep from above

But there is no love The Heavens has closed for the night, the angels are gone And it’s only me and you

I knew from the beginning

When you made me choose It was my happiness or you My sanity or you The world or you Everything or you I wish I had that confidence that made me think I couldn’t possibly loose And so I sat down for hours staring at this blank page This blank wall

And I’m filled with a new type of rage A rage that’s contagious After three months of wasting my time You know I hate wasting my time You’re such a waste of time That type of rage after trying to find what rhymes with love Website after website Nothing feels like a glove Nothing has sparked this lightbulb Nothing’s struck me from above Nothing else rhymes with fucking love

Why am I writing if there’s no love

Why have I chosen my sanity over you? What the fuck do I have to loose? I am forcing words to come out, I’m waiting for emotion to come out You’re so desperate to be a muse For your beauty to be an inspiration

And I believed I was on the top of the world And you plotted against me Et tu, Brute?

Because these three months have been hell

You called me your narcotic

Hypnotic

Psychotic

All cause I know how to rhyme

Because I take these emotions and rip them out onto paper

I bleed in ink

And yet I’m the idiot I’m not the one with my heart on my sleeve I’m brain dead Nothing’s in this fucking head But I calculated and recalculated another twenty times over Cause I’ve done the math and according to you two plus two equals five Because it was you and me and some other guy And he was the one wracked with guilt

He was the one who came to me Arms raised Apologizes flying out of his mouth

And maybe if you did the same Arms raised With Crocodile tears

That doesn’t matter

I’m free

Here’s your goddamn poem

Here’s your rhymes and your stanzas It’s crumpled and ripped up just like your beautiful self It’s filled with lies and bullshit just like your mouth

I hope you show it to your friends and make them jealous

I hope you rip it up and bury the ashes

I don’t care

I’m not the one carrying it