POETRY ISNT ALWAYS PRETTY
I didn't call because
I didnt want you to hear
the sadness in my tone
I can't let you see the madness
In my mind
As I try
to accept
the fact that
I
Am
Alone
But I won't go back
to a
bro
ke
n ho
me
I can't come over because
I cant let you smell
the bar and the cologne
All on my clothes.
The women I had with me
the night before
When you had supposedly
broken Your phone
But still
I had to hear your voice
You made your choice
But I cant move on
As try to allign myself
With the idea
That this is real.
Smoke, drink and fk the pain away
Until the memory of her face
Fades from my horizon
And my mind
is completely thrown
And made insane this way
forgets the lies and
My body is paralyzed
With your level of toxicity
Admittedly
I am not very good
with this grief
Or these memories
Searching desperately for symmetry
Trying hard not
to remember our stars
Lest the sadness within
Cripple me
Like how we would always
be together
Like a pair of dice
Or you were my puzzle
And I was your missing piece
Forever searching for paradice
A paradox behind a pair of eyes
And you've likely ended my life
When you took yours
And I'm not sure I can compare a time
Where I didnt swear Im fine
I am an unspoken paradigm
Praying that prayer of mine
Hoping that that theres a sign
A direction I can take
With someone that can relate
To elevate my mental state
To a place I can repair my mind
Always threatened
to do more
Would it be you
Wondering what did I ever
fuck with you for
Stealing food from grocery stores
To provide you more
Of what you couldnt afford
Honesty on a severe decline
And always so rare to find
Pushing through the storm
Anything to keep you warm
Remove the sheath from my sword
As I sleep in that 2 door ford
You want more
You gotta do more for it
Feeling like Hugh Jackman
In that movie swordfish
And I've been letting someone live
rent free in my mind
that can't really afford the mortgage
And I'm trying to evict
But since buying the lies
I really don't have any
money left this time
to take you to court or go to war with
Holding you accountable
just resorts to more shit
and your so called friends
can't seem to see you transform
Until you go to war or forfeit
And these whores support it
Meanwhile I'm Confused
as his muse ignores him
And I choose to light that fuse
And use to get more lit
And I take over
the natural order of things
And try to force shit
As a result my views are morbid
And I see death as the only thing
that soothes the war
But the warrior inside
Refuses to lose
I avoid the noose
Take another sip
from my bottle
of poisoned and poor choices
I let destroy him
- Devine Theory









