I scan the different hues of people.
Chocolate, sheet paper white, golden.
So much lays within them.
A more vast variety of color.
The streets busy and invested.
I vow never again to undress his soul.
I vow never to stay warm near her heart, she's relinquished the heat.
I don't need people and they hardly need the likes of me.
I will run away.
Trade a different card, a spade?
I'm not that girl, that girl that gets left.
Betrayal washes over my memory bank, and I feel it revived inside me again.
Everyone is so bland, so predictable.
I feast on drama? Drama hungers for me.
Contradiction will be your everlasting conviction.
I'm done trying to run towards you, just as you've so willingly giving up the chase for me.
We were suppose to be there for each other, you found others to huddle under when the weather gets wet.
That's fine, no regrets?
You make me feel like a fool, and bar stools wouldn't be equipped to produce the gash I'm willing to leave on you.
Without a trace, he cannot find me, mediocre and absorbed with arrogance, he thinks he's inherited my identity for his own serenity.
Pathetic voice to hear in an empty hall, picture frames of previous people hanging on it's walls.
I'll rip down the evidence, past's, present's, future's trinket.
No one will know when to second guess it.
His touch a simple brush, but something I never want to feel vibrant under my cold, hard skin.
She's so complex to the conversion of simplicity.
If only a mirror was her constant stalker but instead it's her enemy.
A vague visitor in her monotone existence, voice identical.
Reminding her of her own relevancies to another.
I scream at all their over played problematic perspectives.
Let them all burn into the ground, the hot sun, a companion among none.
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