Its happening all over again
The recurring theme of my life
I try to avoid it but it always comes back
Like a strong magnet pulled to pure metal
The story of my life I am the relic, I am past tense
I introduce people to other people
I introduce my friends to my other friends
The people I thought to be my true friends
And they leave together
Leaving me in the dust from the old dusty road of my life
I am like a gun that is thrown away after its done being used
The violin that is replaced by a better one
I could stop this cycle
I could be selfish and keep them all to myself
But I do not, therefore I lose them
I lose all that is precious to me
All but my creativity
That is locked in an unbreakable box
No one can touch it but me
I lose my friends to other friends
Those friends become lovers
As they become lovers I become a rotting piece of bread
Forgotten in the old x-men lunchbox in the closet
I am the relicm I am past tense



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