To love and to lose,
To be told, yet to choose.
Battered and bruised,
Recycled, reused.
Rebirth is a lie,
A shade passing by.
Benign or malign,
Still here, I comply.
"For better or worse,"
Fuckin hate that verse.
It's better to nurse
Those words in my hearse.
Words are just letters
Make you feel better
Make you see redder
Make you feel deader
What else can you say,
To rudely convey
The demons I slay,
While you mock and betray?
Emotional warfare,
Traded for cab fare,
Gasping for fresh air,
Yet I'm still nowhere.
It’s somber to think
Life fades with a blink.
You reach for a link,
And fall with a wink.
Hit it, then quit it,
Negates my pulpit.
Love is my respite—
I’m in it to win it.
-Matthew-
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