Three Weeks.

lol. this shit is true too. heh.



I can honestly say that was the best three weeks of my life.
You wonder why?
Rather, let me tell you why not.
Because this faint memory of what I had experienced during this time is what I have got.
I'm an only child, so you can say I'm spoiled.
Attention craver so that my emotions are toiled.
Sensitive and emotional, yet my ego helped me to control.
Manifested with thoughts of romantical and fairy taled love.
Yet, my paper heart ripped through and through the whole 500 days of summer, spring, autumn, and winter over again.
Living with your lies day in and day out.
The only secret that could be kept was how you deserved to be tendered.
Tip my hat off to the demon, my communication I surrendered.
Ohhh, how you were in store for the worst.
Satirical since I’m the one who knew of this first.
I did have a genuine concern, yet I had to let you learn the hard way.
I was living your lie anyway.
Lady karma may have played a factor towards the beginning of my paradise.
I paid no attention to such a concept, though my lifeless adoration I sacrificed.
You were, are, a very important influence.
You’ve molded me in some aspects, and I know I’ve done the same.
You were, are, there to keep me in check, as I’ve done the same.
You might have thought I was oblivious, but I was aware of the pain.
In the end, you could look in the mirror and know you were the only one to blame.
You were the queen of my fallacies and you even let down my mistress Mari Juane.
You didn’t do it for me or for yourself.
You claimed your pride was as high as the skyscrapers.
But we all know how those collapse.
Rest in pieces to my heart, with the relapse.
Becoming your temporary savior, I admitted I couldn’t be that.
Your ego was matched, while mine was sublime.
You called yourself strong, we’ve seen you battle through distance and time.
Those close to you were just people with opinions because you knew, thought, you could handle.
Little did you know this vacation was sporadic.
Literally, opposites attract. And your body was beautiful, your emotions blue. Like the Atlantic.
And I can continue with these metaphors and wordplay, but I don’t think you would manage.
The fact of the matter was the way we all were taken advantage of.
The night before my preview of heaven showed was frustrating indeed.
But I never figured how much I didn’t realize.
I knew it all, but I didn’t accept the ugly truth.
Was definite about all, yet still uncouth.
Anger? Jealousy? Or plain love redefined.
Finally shown to the world, and I kept think about how much was wasted of my time.
But I would have gone for years and years if I knew I would have come to experience my slice of paradise.
It’s what the scriptures read; it’s what we all dream of when our bodies decompose.
The place where we all at one point in our lives have thought about.
Day 1 of my Three Weeks.
I was your number 1.
I was your confidant.
I was your soldier.
I was the one to say, I told you.
I was superman.
I was the world to you.
I was family.
I was the freshest and main squeeze.
I was the breeze on an autumn day that you needed to blow the beautiful leaves.
I was the highest peak of every mountain the world has seen.
I was the epitome of perfection during this period of time where MY life was serene.
You were the Queen, and yes I was King.
And I knew how real love was.
It wasn’t just a fling.
It was the real deal.
Your touch, your warmth, your trust, your words.
Your longing, your desperation, your vulnerability.
I utilized those and became the opposite.
And during these three weeks, I know we were above and beyond the time wasted.
I honestly know that all I experienced throughout this time frame wasn’t taken for granted.
It was treasured more than the last piece of gold on this undermined planet.
If only I could take the span of this three weeks and expanded.
But the rewind came into play, and I collapsed.
The end of my three weeks came, and I was back to reality. Back to my life in a relapse.
Now when we speak, our ego gets the best of us.
Pride tells no tales, but hides our vulnerability very well.
I’m longing for my three-peat.
Maybe if it does come, which I pray for, I’ll make it last for eternity.
I’m not begging, I’m just urging you to know that the three weeks we spent will never amount to the lifetimes you plan on having without me.
I might sound lousy.
But my heart could’ve never been so vital to your happiness.
I leave it up for you to decide.
For I never had a choice.