I should have read the contract
But how could I ?
It was never spoken, written, or even implied.
Still , I should have read the contract.
At least in between the lines.
I didn’t want to think about the fine print.
I signed in my hearts blood, mixed with oddly lolng hours.
I eluded myself.
Thinking that he was Gods gift.
I trwirled just for him.
Blurry.
Soon the contract started getting clear.
He enjoyed his own company.
And resisted me coming near.
He had no home, so I assumed he was alone.
No, lets be honest.
I met him alone.
Simply thinking, “I’ll just be his home”.
Wistling my own tune.
Jumping and skipping along to the beat.
Not tricked, beacuse that recuires a trick.
He had no magic stick.
I…… carressed my thigh.
Imaging his on mine.
I should have seen the sighns…
I chased, but there was no hole.
Only Alice, in her own wonder-liss land.
Trying to exscape.
I chocked on my happiness.
Trying to profess him into my life, by planting seeds.
Ended up with weeds.
I should have read the contract.
No, I should have ripped it to shreds.
Be carful what you embrace.
A venamous, viper of a plant.
I dangled by my neck
Excreting my last short, sarrowful breaths.
This is my own fault.
I should have seen the sighns.
Or at least the pickit signs.
The over grown earth.
The desolate and sodden view.
A blood- orange sun that never sets.
Scarecrows, with trodden picket fence.
No life, sounds, or people for me to view.
As I dangle, its my hands that strangle.
The air is now thin.
Lungd no longer growing big.
Now I’m left to only fantasize.
About what our lives could have been.
I’f I headed signs.
“Warning”
“Beware, of lost boys”
“Those who rome”
“seam lost and without real homes”
“Glazed brown eyes”
These are the signs.
Fun at first.
Its a spectacular kind of high.
And hear I lay.
No longer can I complain, just a sigh.
I’m the one who let my decernment cease.
Big Contradiction 