This is pretentious.
It’s strange, having my heart’s will prove so contentious.
Pen in hand,
A furious scrawl
Preceded by a serene drawl.
What is the depth of this emotion?
Where does it cease?
Educated acceptance after strained commotion,
This desperate attempt to establish ease.
The war of resentment, empathy, indifference and care,
Waging territories protecting my arms bare.
My insignificance,
Your easy charm.
My gag reflex at that phrase, sound the alarm.
Our easy banter, only my dream come almost true.
Proven, half truths are a fool’s lie,
A muddled farce of reason.
When here is where reason goes to die.
I truly wish you the best
For someone who meant so much to me,
You did the most to do so little.
A heavy heart only sunk it’s bearer,
And fondness for a time lost need not be transferred to a person easily found.
I bid farewell to the people we together were,
To the comfort we once shared.
I do not seek to know you again, nor live in the past with your faded imprint on my bed.
You once were a part of my life,
And as autumn left and now is soon to arrive,
The girl from yesteryear who wrote without silent irony
Sees this text and smiles.
