sugar rush.

be now, the destitute of love.
trapped in sands of time, the devoid hearted.
beneath the levitating heaven
the wrenching valley,
lay my bench in the park.

Exacerbated,
your words were salt.
depreciate my pride, i rot from the sauve.
intensity of internal differences,
the haughty stoic.
my drapes, remains of the intrinsic carnage.

i lay an infinity away,
the exasperation of your thoughts,
the louse in your eyes.

i hold the plauge of pococurantism.
the definite dice of hope-lessness.
the supposed shadow of your beliefs, expectations.
you embraced Big,
i was, infact small.

i was just not myself.