That’s Not My Story

You’ve done well.

I’m proud.

I’m inspired.

I’m somewhat happy for you. Honest.

The left side of my neck hurts.

You achieved something new to your life. Brilliant.

That’s not my story.

Do not wish the same for my life.

Our universe has chosen. I’m at peace with where I’m going.

Block

I’m sitting in a BMW i8.

It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.

The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.

I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.

All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.

Does it look like my car needs cleaning?

Only me and I’m stuck.

Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?

I’m not moving.

Engulfed in thought processes.

Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.

I’m not a passenger.

I’m not a red light.

I’m not another car in a queue.

I’m not even there.

Pain Series: Separation

My mind is awesome for the same reasons it’s not.

Memory x Detail x Accuracy

Pain upsets me.

Are my thoughts distorted?

Is this the start of my downfall?

Am I operating on notion?

Pain opens me up, I convulse and I transmit. What/who/when did this pain commit?

Times I’m distraught are the times my rage is caged. It’s all in my head and I hate to say this, but I’ve come close to…

Love me, Love me Not.

The bright hue of Scarlett.

The warm scent of new.

The heavyweight of sorrow.

The belief of love renewed.

The reality of intention and deception.

The thoughts so dark and grey.

The scope of fame and fortune, with clickbait, added each day.

The whores attitude of your attitude towards my existence.

The ego you blow up and in my space, the knife stabbed through to mitigate it.

The blue blocks of builds hiding the levels of coerced promotions.

The white lines of the show you glamorise as actualisation.

The whisky you take straight on a Tuesday afternoon.

The roar from my heart at the sign of a new moon.

The rust from your mindset as it’s set in its ways.

Love me, love me not I don’t care anymore, anyway.