I'm done with a dash of something else.

I'm done, I'm done.
I wouldn't exactly say I'm on the run.
Ignored and put away,
hopefully I haven't hurt you too much, babe.

You just sunk in,
all my mind needed was a rinse.
I'm cleansing me of you.
That's all I really have to do.

You were a catch,
& I just wanted to play fetch.
But I know now,
you never really gave me a wow.

I just let my mind be tricked.
now finally, I've been kicked,
kicked with the truth of it.
& honestly, I don't miss you a bit.

Hidden behind doors,
people don't know.
They ask why and why.
They concluded it was all just a lie.

It was no lie,
it's just not right.
I need someone of brain.
& you know I'm always falling for the fame.

It's ugly, but true.
It's really nothing new.
You know me,
& I come with a fee.


Reading some old blogs do something, and it always will with him.


How is 'nothing' comforting? Now, I don't mean nothing as in nothing at all... But I mean nothing as in blankness. Like, staring up at a ceiling; nothing, staring at the faces that grace my walls; nothing, staring at clouds; nothing. That nothing. It could just be me though... I know my mind works way too hard and seamlessly. But hey, I like it that way. I like complex and yet I like simple.