You stand in front of me,
\nWhat was once a skyscraper boasting it’s valiance to the world
\nIs now a hill of toppled bricks that couldn’t quite hold under the pressure.
\nWhat happened to\u00a0I haven’t seen you speak this sincere since grandma died,
\nYour eyes,
\nRed with lies,
\nPupils dilated,
\nBehind your shades they hide,
\nThat extra drink you shouldn’t have downed and your attempt to balance it out with the chill of snowflakes,
\nYou are living inside of s trip so I know my words don’t matter to you,
\nThey can’t climb up the ladder of your attention span,
\nThey fall down the tunnel of your eardrum into the abandoned subway where the old you was noosed to the back of a train that would never stop\u00a0you are not a man,
\nYou are a hypocrite.
\nI hope you know that I hate you.
\nWhy do you play with her heart?
\nShe is not your piano,
\nYour father was absent from your upbringing but you sure did build yourself in his image.
\nYou preach drugs are bad while you’re seeing doubles,
\nWhat happened to you?
\nYou stumble as you walk,
\nParading through the streets of rebellion knocking over everything in your way,
\nEverything you say you trust,
\nYou say people are unreliable but you are too,
\nYou say to put your trust in someone is strictly taboo\u00a0because like old Miles said:
\n\u201cBest friends come and go like tides,
\nBut cigarettes stay 20 in a pack,
\nBurn straight overtime.”
\nSo light another death wish,
\nBurn it down to the excuses,
\nPick your poison for tonight,
\nMake it anything,
\nBut useless.
\nWhat are you proving?
\nThat you are in some way better than your father and his father?
\nNo, you are a liar at best.
\nYour old man had a woman in his closet when your mother came home,
\nYou have a love poem in your back pocket from Karen,
\nTexting sweet nothings to Maria,
\nWhile you’re lying next to Connie.
\nYou cling to the things that separate you from him,
\nBut everyday the lists gets shorter,
\nThe space\u2019s smaller,
\nYou don’t have to be the sequel to his-story,
\nYou have become everything.
\nYou said you would not and I hate you for it,
\nYou stand in front of me, my yin, in a reflection,
\nI only hope my yang is strong enough to balance you out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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