Glass, and metal soiled.

To spite a failed revenge.

Crying, with metal tears,

into your obsidian hands.

Unknowing of the damage.

You helped with obsidian hands,

because obsidian doesn’t break.

Until, it breaks when I grab.

It cuts, as I drop the pieces.

Another obstacle you put between us.

Your shattered hands, scattered.

Metal tears harden as they fall.

I walk barefoot,

over glass and metal.

Too damaged,

to feel the pain.

By: Victor Aguilar

You desired emancipation,

your audibly clear proclamation.

To purge me and liquidate it.

I avowed you that, I'd admit.

Seas of Sloth waged in wishy-washy conjecture.

Floods of Gluttony ravaged your infrastructure.

To purge; is to deteriorate, corrode, and neglect.

My ship sailed atonement, condolences, then I forget.

By: Victor Aguilar

Done, you see, the last time, I swear.

My vows to you are short if you care.

I had them written; yes, I'm prepared.

I had made changes rather un-faired.

Tell me that you're a one-ride kind of soul.

That is our last stop time to; "Tally Ho."

I promise from here and onto forever.

I will not: love, hate, or care for you, never.

I persevered, made it through this troubling time.

But incredulous and suspicious did rhyme.

I took you on a wild magic carpet ride.

I showed you a shinning shimmering time.

I tried.

Looking steady. "Oh, you left already."

By: Victor Aguilar

These scars you left me with are here to stay.

For now, forever, for every bad day.

I don't want to feel this pain, no longer.

"I don't know why you try?" "I'm a goner."

"I don't want you back." "Get it through your head."

You lost the privilege to sleep in my bed.

Believe, and trust, or find a way.

Help yourself when he moves away.

When, if, I promise I don't hope.

He breaks your heart, your trust, don't mope.

"Find a way!" "Move on!" "Get a grip!"

Remember those lines in your script?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

When you're sitting there, decaying.

You'll message writing. "I'm sorry" or; "Hey."

Although, I'll be busy that day.

"I'm sorry, Bud." "I don't know where to start, old friend."

Knowing, it's indubitably your fault again.

When it happens to you, trust me, I can't, I won't;

give you advice. I'll say: "He doesn't want you." "He don't."

"He wants his future." "Never wanted your presence."

Losing your friend in a circumstance of seconds.

By: Victor Aguilar

My something.

Your nothing.

Performing.

Responding.

You Were always right? "Right?"

That's why we always fight?

You could never be wrong,

was your favorite song.

You're pathetic, lethargic,

Undetermined, lacking logic.

We were arguing, fighting,

now paragraphs I'm scribing.

Guess I couldn't help but fight with you.

That's another day wasted on you.

I'm done with this rehearsal of shame.

Time to star in the Theater of Pain.

"Goodbye?" "Forever?" Piteous? "Never."

Numbers change, transformation severed.

Why is Yin and Yang so cruel to us,

as, to put this false awareness of balance

when there isn’t one?

Like, how dare they, make me think,

I, need someone, to come into my life,

to tell me all the things wrong,

so I can realize them myself#period

How dare they, make me into this being

of such unbalanced feuding;

that I question the deifications of these words.

How dare they make a world, so addictive and euphoric

you only feel once but to yearn for it again,

that you put these walls and borders up

to shut out the people they intended

for you bring into your life;

so you, yes you, can learn the words:

My biggest weakness is.

Only to fall short of this great mystery to yourself;

but because these two unbalances

balance each other the world revolves as such!

We were chained, weighed, drowning in a realist's ocean.

You, gawky, sinking faster than anyone, without notion.

You authorized density vicarious to charity.

I pitied the one that ebbed faith in verity.

I loosened your chain, lightened your load.

In life's ocean, you cannot forebode.

I was foolish in my actions. What did I miss?

You were allowing me to sink further into the abyss.

Did you give a second thought about me? The bear I burdened?

You, looking down at me with pity, your guerdon.

You were happy when I had room to hold.

You vanished when I grew dense as Gold.

Everyone can break your trust.

"When?" "Why can't you?"

"Please, not right now."

"I can't." "I don't know how."

"Goodbye or later?" "Now?"

"Forget, believe it." "Not gonna show!"

"For the love of God, please, let me go!"

"Will you ever give me another chance?"

The words I formed in different chants.

Your lock was ever open,

for anyone to go in.

Gullible, the bear of me,

who thought I needed a key.

"I love you." "No, I don't."

"I love you." "No, I don't."

"I trust you." "I hate you."

"I need you." "I'm with you."

"I'm sorry." " I am fine."

"Yes, I'm sure." All our I's.

"I saw you." "I know you."

"I got you." "I thought you."

All our You's, that we said.

"Forever together?"

"On second thought?" "Instead!"

I thought I wouldn't care,

wrong again, never fair.

Lies, lead to many truths.

Truths, lead to many lies.

"Oh!" You responded.

"You're Crazy," after "Hi's."

Now I wake up alone;

You knew it'd end this way?

I should've known. I didn't. "Okay!"

I did "love you," "missed you,"

"want to?" "Can I kiss you?"

Those same old responses from years pasts.

Gaslighting until I'm without gas.

I tried, cried, and needed a "car ride."

I fought, wanted, believed you. "Why were you lying?"

"I don't hate you." "Promise." "Then why'd you stop trying?"

I won't be the same person as before.

"I can't," "I won't," "I don't know him anymore."

All these words together are just comparisons.

Like mixing proteins: Fibroin and Sericin.

Instead of being silk: so soft, so warm, "sleep fuel!"

We were Gas and Fire, too hot, never cool.

You said many things. "I promise," the main staple.

You broke them when you left me on a read label.

"I'm sorry I keep trying." "I don't know where to start."

Most days feel like I'm lying to fix my heart.