There are times where you should follow the text and let it unveil itself...

Others where you shouldn't...

I'm still not quite sure with this one.

*Obligatory disclaimer that this is a fictional piece not made in reference to any known situation.

Every similarities to one are purely coincidental.

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Jessica...

This is for you...

YOU BROKE ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!

("CARL! CARL! Dammit man! I said no cursing! Start over!")

Ugh...a'right John

(Jessica...)

This is for me...

On a Saturday night things were going quite right

we were on your mother's couch

doing something for which John'd'like to put me on blast

but honestly wasn't that terrible, could be sayin',

t'was just a little thing but maybe you won't want me debilitatin'

so I'll leave it to everyone imaginin'.

Won't stop you from picturin' what we be doin'

but if you be tryin' please keep it within, y'a know, reasons.

Anyway, as I was sayin' we was in you mom's mansion,

cuddlin' on the couch and doin' some raunchy thing I ain't define-in'

We were caught up in passion.

A prism of Love,

Duet of attraction,

We be reflectin' our shoves

The push n' pull of magnets with polarities yet unset.

The fact we oppose wasn't known yet

Your 'I'm censuring myself to describe' I still hadn't met

We both knew that love knew no reason (no!)

Just check my grades: there really wasn't.

Top of the class, yeah in my dreams

Bottom "place", yeah more like it (that was place in french)

Your mom hated me, my mom loved you,

Sometime I think even more than I do.

Should've said did but I do need those rhymes

So forgives this collapse of mine (Collapse of lines—)

So forgive this collapse of lines (Collapse of mine—)

So forgive this collapse of mind...

Anyway,

t'was right on when things aligned,

our every conflict small and benign

you were the pearl to my heart

my hold in the storm my goddess forsworn

reality be wronged as you sung your songs

with that siren's tongue

to get me long-ing for your embrace

no mistakes well played "Mr too late"

is what you created 'cause damn

did I didn't see any of that comin'!

Damn! ugh... John I think I lost what I was sayin'?

("Uhhhh,... something about a couch?")

Ah shit ya'r right

So let's go back to that raunchy couch thingy,

not obsessin' t'was just the scene's primary,

not quite yet preliminaries although for that I'd say maybe

whether or not you'd agree

no not quite that way

more the teenage confused ass days

but anyway, what was I even sayin'?

("Come on man...")

Kiddin'..

The scene itself isn't important,

it's what it represent I'll be usin' for my motion,

I'm here to dismiss your case of obsession,

claimin' back my stakes in emotions.

You left me hard—!

Yeah heartbroken and emptied,

only half-satisfied think we'd agree.

As I remember that's when things happened and you started to change,

from hangin' out to hangin' me straight.

Asphyxiate-ted me while we be gettin' friské,

damn can't quite enunciate so let me instead encapsulate:

you liked it risky to the brink of abuse-me

only ever barely stoppin' at the edge of 'emergency'.

Like you said: it rose up the stakes but one mistake and suddenly t'be 'too late'.

You knew it well you didn't care why I went through it I'll never get.

I know, t'was your kink, you asked we agreed but really

was I in a mind to 'cause this shit'd be crazy.

Ya know, the more I think about it the I don't think I ever shared it.

Guess you had too much to like for me to realize what I was gettin' into.

Still, wakin' in the ER be eye openin'

Miss danger almost breakin' her plaything

Was I a fool? probably yeah definitely

most likely don't think yet crazy

unless mayhaps with a 'maybe'

but surely this right there would wake me

free me

unleash me!

Nah, y'a said sorry so I went ignorin'

Ignorin'...

Ignorin'...

Ignorin' yourself

For all that we do

Ignorin' it's a whole mess

Ignorin' I'm not the danger

Ignorin' my buildin' anger

Ignorin' I still had a fire

Thinkin' it'd get better

Ignorin'...

Ignorin'...

Ignorin'...

Yeah ignorin'

Ignorin' the signs ignorin' my mind

and how even after all those times

you never paid me in kind.

Usin' me like a freebie while swirlin' yo weavin' tongue to entrance me.

I'll give it to ya: you held loyalty never outright betrayed me

but your respect's somethin' I'd never get,

my pride be wrecked nothin' more than your object.

Think you stay'd for one reason no other fool dumb enough to taste your poison,

erasin' themselves from the notion this ain't nothin' like passion

but just the venom of witched attraction, delusion-born illusion

there to serve a single function: that you cared and wasn't just scared of lonely despair.

We never fitted, two corner-pieces pretendin' there wasn't a jigsaw between 'em.

In the end things never changed, our cycle neatly arranged,

only clean thing we ever did so really of course it'd be deranged.

Can't call it strange, maybe cringe but that'd be me for stayin' blinded in naivety.

Still nonna that ever broke me

what did I wouldn't foresee

and that's when you left me for your dad!

("Hold up what!? Seriously!?")

Nah, but it's as if...

It was mine...

("...Jesus dude... forget what I said at the start... fuck that bitch up!)

Nah John...

You were right...

she ain't worth it.

("So.. uh... you fucked your stepmom eh?")

Shut up...

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