July 30, 2024

(attempt at rhyming)

I'm sick of this longing
This stalling
This taunting
This haunting
This exhausting
Prolonging of falling

I'm sick of this feeling
This reeling
This reaching
This dreaming
This fleeting
Needing of healing

'Cause I moved on
At least that's what I told myself
That any feeling is gone
I've got to get up off this shelf

I've got to pretend
Pretend you're a stranger
'Cause I know
Know you're a danger
I've got to emend
Emend this remainder
Instead of wishing
Wishing you were my savior

I'm sick of this imploring
This distorting
This mourning
This flooring
This scorching
Pouring of restoring

I'm sick of this trying
This denying
This justifying
This crying
This dying
Complying of relying

'Cause I moved on
At least that's what I told myself
That any feeling is gone
I've got to get up off this shelf

I've got to pretend
Pretend you're a stranger
'Cause I know
Know you're a danger
I've got to emend
Emend this remainder
Instead of wishing
Wishing you were my savior

I've got to pretend
Pretend you're a stranger
'Cause I know
Know you're a danger
I've got to emend
Emend this remainder
Instead of wishing
Wishing you were my savior

'Cause I'm sick of it all