It's already been three days
It's raining and the wind is angry
But there's no reason to be afraid
Because I tell the rain what to do.
But I would rather have control over the wind
A child of rei
I'm anyone, I'm anything
And there's a boy writing poetry about me
I can push him to the back of my mind
Because I'm a liar,
Though technically, I never told a lie
I'm dying on my own accord
Because I am presumptuous
and predestined to destroy
and in myself
I will create anew
Disillusionment has never tasted so....alive.
"Not everything can be deep"
Maybe I want to fill my lungs with water.
After all, no matter where I go,
I'm itching to tear away.
My abandonment issues make it hard to drop you.
But what else is sticking, like a sin, to my bones?
Other than this duplicity, a stain.
There is a line I have yet to cross, not past the point of no return.
But returning would be more of a sin than disappearing forever.
Enie
Meeny
Miny
.........
I already know how this will end, don't I?