Ctrl Alt Reality

a rant i suppose, sort of rhymes now and again... reuploading! and someone should seriously start backing this site up *ahem*

The raindrops fell for days on end

Glistening rainbows

You were once my friend

Why didn’t I realize I cared that much

I didn’t see

You didn’t answer

Music drifted in and out of my ears

Words I couldn’t even hear

All I could see was

All I pretended to be was

Not who I became

What the hell is with this

The ground keeps flipping me

Swapping with my ceiling

I’m grounding myself

In something once called reality

How I make it

‘Cause sometimes

Things aren’t how they seem

And teardrops

Mingle

With glassy eyes

And charcoal skies

On nights as black as empty bottles

Somehow there is something more to this

I will come back on top

There will be a reinvention

A face card drop

I am drenched and waiting

Waiting for something more

Someone to notice this

Notice me

Take nothing for granted

Never wait for things to pass you by

In the end

It never works out

Missed opportunities never come around again

You can play moments back in your head

The film just goes around again

There is nothing you can do

Make the best of what this turned into

Friends forever

Enemies for life

Handle things as if they were alive

And constantly changing

For the worse

We are simply grasping at straws

Hallucinating things like we wish they were

Never happening

Often changing

Into whom they never were

Wannabes and trying-too-hard

That look will never work

Maybe I will occur to you someday

I will wait for the phone call

When you confess how sorry you should have been

I might have been the one that got away

More likely ran as far as she could go

Jumping off

And finding someone else

Who cared enough to catch

What you second handed

 

Hello there

You haven’t changed a bit

Still hating you for what she changed you into

Your influence is sorely missed

Pity I will try not to talk to you again

My heart still beats

My fingers play

At my piano

Empty melodies for a cold autumn night

What a sight to see

Dried tears

Priceless ivory

The look on your face when I couldn’t bring myself to say hello

Of course I’m still breathless

Beauty met the beast

Finding out that you lost yourself

Screaming infinite probabilities at the top of my lungs

This is not my fault

This is for who I wish you still were

Perhaps next time

Your presence will be a bit less obvious

So I can make myself believe

You don’t exist

Half the time

I actually forget

Then you walk into a room

Hopefully I have better things to do

Then talk to you

About nothing

Like we used to

 

So what if I don’t think about you

You never meant anything to anyone

You became particularly ordinary

Nothing special

The vast majority

 

It is all my fault

Not even I can turn back veracity

Reality

This is still me

(What’s your excuse?)