Elucidating Questions

You’re mean to me

I’ve been crying all day and all you had to say was

You’re ordinary

Bye

And “nanana nana”

And then you go away without a word and have been away

The echo of my proverbial death keeps tainting the daylight and you call me ordinary

As a vessel as vessels go it’s ugly worthless and stupid

So don’t call me ordinary for thinking so I don’t want to be.

Apart from the parts I pretend through the day until I’m alone again and I know how meaningless my interactions are

Invisible as the dust you would

You would fuck you

Throw in the eyes of the one most like you

Jealous little bitch

Don’t think I don’t catch the intrinsic links

You would torture yourself to death and in your own death find some mystic happiness created by yourself?

Or perhaps in only remembering that the gods themselves had chosen to intervene

But ignoring how they ignored

To be grateful for the intervention would be foolish in and of itself

Don’t call me ordinary you’re boring

And if in my pouting I somehow hurt the feelings of a so called eternal god

Well good for me

The words are lost and gone

Go

I wish you would.

I wish you would go.

I wish you would go away forever so that night would finally make sense

And I wouldn’t have to hear the sun mocking me from the skies.