Condescending
Myself to accept this reality
Nipping me in the bud
I’m tired of this persistent
Pain
Nagging at the corners
Of my brain.
I’m tired of tired thoughts
Of you
I’m tired of this
And that
And more than I ever knew

I’m jaded
So said my fortune
My intentions are bare
My thoughts are crowded
With thoughts of you
My life is stricken
With dead lives of you
Playing endlessly in my head

I can’t hit stop
I can’t pause this feature
Our program will resume
Folks
After this here man
Tumbles to the ground
And accepts his fate
At the bottom of his
Abuser’s shadow

Let me go
Release me from your grasp
My wrists are red
From your infernal squeeze
I’m not your puppet
But I’ve been marionetting
Around you for too long
Release me
And forget
That’s all I ask
That and nothing more
That and nothing more
Forevermore