Good day, loyal chum
In the past, you bestowed what I distressed
And posed naught in return

The single strike to satisfaction
When your angelic cinders begin their twinkling ballet

Love, you never took my hand
As many times I willed you to
And in your crooked wake I stand

Your boyish heart won't take demands
I appealed for once you'd follow through

I'm praying that soon, I'll bid you adieu
In just over a year, I've long outgrew
Every season, day, minute, the same gray hue
I wish I'd avoided this whole snafu

I don't think
you know... your chances
are running out, fake lover
I've spent long enough
with your shit.

I've never had a feeling quite so true
You banish all my troubles and disdain
You've entered stage so long before your cue

Males held low opinion before you

Yesterday's damson sweater donned today
These kinsmen try and keep my words at bay
Sunny thoughts, but outside not a ray
I wish this was a place I'd rather stay

October learned its lesson in the end
November has begun to start anew
A gaping manifest where once a friend
brought about the deeds I never knew
Could puncture such a niche about our love

Sell off your soul
for every drop in the shallow trough
Cast a glance at a delusion
of unfettering levity

You've bartered with your self

Now your reflection
(that of a desperate charlatan)

excellent mis-representation
ms. Buoyant, jovial, shallow
anything mitigated by a nice
carnal frolic
no tedious inhibitions
precautions?

you revelled in false gratification

A tour de force performance, you
I lend my partner in this dance
You're taking me no place new

Add your verses to my stew
Now you hold your only chance
A tour de force performance, you

Among makeup, wallet, assorted sundry
Sunk to the bottom but always hovering in front
of my brain

Against my perfunctory objections
I grant that you reach for me