Melonchollic is BETTER than pain
Its been 72 hrs and 6 times now of being a disposable me. True enough. I will miss the great times i thought we had. The words you told me. About being a great dad. And damn fine marine. And you wearing my tags. I will never forget. Nor the many memories we once shared.
It killed me at first that you took everything and used it to wound. To hurt me. To throw back in my face and reveal that it was just an act. My life never suited you. In any way. As i once said. Im basic transportation. You had Denali tastes. I thought love could be a guiding light. But in the end. Everything has a price. And you would rather have previous repression over uncharted waters and unpopularity. And Im just ... me. A blue collar black sheep who was close. But never found my way home. Now i see why once you mentioned comprable financing. AFTER you had changed your mind.
Well. Long story short. I never gave up. Not even when you cursed me to hell. Or took my ring. Then a week later denied my existence. I drove myself faster. Harder. And suffered exhaustion. But i would have crawled on my elbows. If i only knew it was still our dream. I never could match that guy dollar for dollar. Nor was i trying too. Nor be something i wasnt. Even that little business with painting. Wasnt a problem. But I see that my sense of honor. Which i remembered. You actually admired. Was. Especially when you just made a 1000 percent return on your investment. Sudsenly. Im satan. But thats ok. Like the movie. Thunderheart. Im the father. Bad teeth. An indian. And you Val Kilmer. After class. Run right by. Embarrassed. And as he did. Never i said a word. I just parked the truck. It never left the garage again. And you can take a ride to and from any way that makes u happy. I loved you with all i had. Even on a few occasions. Shorted my bills to show u. And still. I wasnt enough to even respond if I say gn.
So Itll be awhile before I even want to see the moon. I no longer look up. Nor do i walk much. Too much to do anyway. And id just see you there anyway. Haunting me. And finally. Yesterday i gave my last. I had another very close call. A broken heart CAN kill. 💔 And my deal with god hasnt been honored. Nor those you hate so much ever caused you harm or mallicious intent. I hurt more than ever. Especially when i searched for you in our dreams. And in response to that. You just eh. And moved on. I died inside. Do everyday. Nut the difference is now. Ive been now subjected to this so many times. Im just to tired to worry about it anymore. If we ever saw each other. Id acknowledge you if you said my name. But if you are his. Id just leave it where you put it. And im just to gmfd tired to care.
Gets on my horse. Slowly heads toward sunset. I knew when i said. Early 2019 .... I also had that dream. The farm. But what do i know. Time to drink. And forget. Kisses your pic. Gently closes my SeaChest. Gn gizmo. See you on the other side. Of thst same moon.
It killed me at first that you took everything and used it to wound. To hurt me. To throw back in my face and reveal that it was just an act. My life never suited you. In any way. As i once said. Im basic transportation. You had Denali tastes. I thought love could be a guiding light. But in the end. Everything has a price. And you would rather have previous repression over uncharted waters and unpopularity. And Im just ... me. A blue collar black sheep who was close. But never found my way home. Now i see why once you mentioned comprable financing. AFTER you had changed your mind.
Well. Long story short. I never gave up. Not even when you cursed me to hell. Or took my ring. Then a week later denied my existence. I drove myself faster. Harder. And suffered exhaustion. But i would have crawled on my elbows. If i only knew it was still our dream. I never could match that guy dollar for dollar. Nor was i trying too. Nor be something i wasnt. Even that little business with painting. Wasnt a problem. But I see that my sense of honor. Which i remembered. You actually admired. Was. Especially when you just made a 1000 percent return on your investment. Sudsenly. Im satan. But thats ok. Like the movie. Thunderheart. Im the father. Bad teeth. An indian. And you Val Kilmer. After class. Run right by. Embarrassed. And as he did. Never i said a word. I just parked the truck. It never left the garage again. And you can take a ride to and from any way that makes u happy. I loved you with all i had. Even on a few occasions. Shorted my bills to show u. And still. I wasnt enough to even respond if I say gn.
So Itll be awhile before I even want to see the moon. I no longer look up. Nor do i walk much. Too much to do anyway. And id just see you there anyway. Haunting me. And finally. Yesterday i gave my last. I had another very close call. A broken heart CAN kill. 💔 And my deal with god hasnt been honored. Nor those you hate so much ever caused you harm or mallicious intent. I hurt more than ever. Especially when i searched for you in our dreams. And in response to that. You just eh. And moved on. I died inside. Do everyday. Nut the difference is now. Ive been now subjected to this so many times. Im just to tired to worry about it anymore. If we ever saw each other. Id acknowledge you if you said my name. But if you are his. Id just leave it where you put it. And im just to gmfd tired to care.
Gets on my horse. Slowly heads toward sunset. I knew when i said. Early 2019 .... I also had that dream. The farm. But what do i know. Time to drink. And forget. Kisses your pic. Gently closes my SeaChest. Gn gizmo. See you on the other side. Of thst same moon.
