"a lesson in the figurative"they are formless, innocent, and harmless jutted deeply in my dreams she is always coming in the right way at the wrong time never seeing how she looks from my side but it's all a portrait a self-portrait made especially for you it looks perfect from my swimming mind from this fragile ocean view they are souveneirs; a signpost for my milestones a silhouette I one day will regret they arrive without notice or a care they spark the passion in a mundane life though for some odd reason i always am reminded of that one she is more than just dumb knowledge more than light in utter darkness she becomes a near-everything a perfect that could happen perfectly if not for imperfections but alas, I know the perfect is excluding me from you Pt. 2. You say you hear me chewing on my words well I hope you hear my laughter as I watch you drown falling in a crag of enraged denial and manipulation yeah I can still remember the memories all the times when we were completely different people we were actors, yes, quite convincing, but still liars and the ocean still looks beautiful without you you're pretty dear, and you can act like you care you can put on a smile that no one compares to and I see that beauty every time you spread a lie yeah you look so pretty when you're trying to ruin my life yes tell yourself you're a 10 in every way so perfectly poised just like everyone else. to sum the first in another's words: "You don't, you don't, you don't, see me" to sum the second in short: "You're really not that special at all" | 
