Good Ol'Damage Control.

Tell me where we stand now
Do you still care I subtly thread your path?
Tell me if the shards of my broken heart
Still cut through your insouciance
Like bread knife through your mother's innards.

It's quite the tactic
You never came clean
If you wanted to call it quits
It liberates you to defy conspicuous traffic signs,
Stop by
When their company is everything but mine.
What do we label this?
Have I missed the part you establish
I'm just your sneaky link?
Remember when the repercussions
Defied the overly purple outline
Of a lifetime you drafted on that minuscule journal?
If it isn't wishful thinking tainting the narratives
I don't know what is
It's like you get off on hopeless daydreams
You've got no back bone
God forbid this shit is off the show.

We should know
If we still on colloquial grounds
We should know
If the cheap mounds of conspiratorial pleasantries
Stocking our mailboxes
Are just extensions of petty theatrics
And remnant feelings.
I'm mounting my guard
I'm putting it out
I'm putting the phone down
When you put a call through sometime at midnight
When the clouds turn foul
Above the voices that thunder down the frontals of your mind
Sputtering your uncertainties and short comings
The guilt scintillating your irises
You don't have to feel anything.