「Comprehend I demand」
It doesn't make sense because I'm ugly,
So fugly, jiggly, clumsy.
It doesn't make sense because you like her,
And it's so obvious you do.
Maybe it's the inflated ego,
Blown up sense of self worth,
That makes me wonder about your actions,
That disgusting sense of being above
Her absence made up by your incessant chants
Of her name.
And her, you endlessly want
The lies you hang by your lips in her absence,
The fake cynical comments the bitter diss,
In her presence,
All acting like a summer mist.
It makes me wonder if I'm worth that attention
Am I worth that ten milliseconds in the imaginary vision,
That I had?
Everyday I hear her name,
All over and over again,
Like an athletic dainty dame,
She is the world you revolve around,
It's always the same.
More like I'm sick of it.
What's the point of bringing her up? We
are not the same, her mold I'll never fit
Am I to convey your desires for her?
Am I to change?
Am I to whisper the simple desire you the bearer
I'll disappear, I'll fade away,
As it is wished.
I'll be right there, not in disarray and serve her up to you, on a dish.