Digging for Answers

I would think of you in a jaded third person
Shooting at the walls of deception encrypting lessons bought at random
I wondered how you moved through various third dimensions
Changing the foundation of each one of them into goo of irrelevance
Maybe it's in the pestilence for the ire you bring
Convoluted in sugary smiles and sun ray heated fingertips
The antidote to succumbing to numbing nothingness
But in the monotonous paths of destruction, my heart seeks restitution
Repayment for the dismay you left me
Collecting ill wills into a quilted shelter feathering the outskirts of your hem line
Splicing the difference of creepiness and destitution
I can't figure out the liking of your macabre workings
Attraction to the disheartening distraction embedded in your lies
Maybe the third person jaded is not you but me trapped in a sense of senselessness
I Love You

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