A Compilation of Contemplations pt.II

[Hallucinogen]

The fact remains, that everything will eventually be the same as it was before with your confusion in the air and your heart on the floor.

The fact remains, that It will ever end up like your life is going fine with One Love in your mind that seemed to be a rare find.

The fact remains, that your life is a joke as well as your faith and your sad attempt at hope.

The fact remains, that there will ever be a Me, with that faith so strong and a mind so free.

The fact remains, that I'm still sitting here, with contemplation in my heart and a love that was so sincere.

The fact remains, that I'm still writing this shit, even though it will get me nowhere and I just ought to fucking quit.

Why write poetry when it just proves that she got the best of me?

Guess I fell too deep again, And she really just had the rest of me.

If she's reading this right now, I hope she knows that I really believed there was a future with us,
And what she had done was a serious breach of our trust.

So here I sit, with the alcohol flowing through my veins,
The memories of us the only thing that's been going through my brain.

I now raise my beer to everything we could have been,
The love I've felt for you now being my only original sin.

My only thanks to you, like my last one before is,
Thank you for picking my heart up,
And swiftly throwing it back to the floor.