Let's try this dialogue

simple and fresh

unlike your pretentiousness 

a scoreboard to compare

unlike your childish truth or dare

I'm too aware

to drag this game 

just so you can hide your shame

blowing balloons in your name 

as if that is all it needs to take

cheap candles on my own birthday cake 

make a wish?

to my soul

underneath it all, it is a wake

this is only a sacrifice 

for your stolen glory

you have no clue

how I can rewrite the story

undo all these twisted ribbons of pink & blue!
a gift for life 
is at stake!

you  fill me with hate
a twisted logic
a strenuous weight
it is manic
 I can not wait
to erase this toxic waste
it used to be comic
now it's poisonous fate
resigned & frantic
to save myself
not too late
from your constant fake panic
no, I won't hesitate

I wish my words can follow my thoughts
and throw a net of immersion to every sentiment
a poem of some delicate float
against my soul in its own predicament
in the midst of life randomness
littering  my senses
drawing with a pencil my abode
while growing thickness
to my heart walls
I relentlessly pierce holes
for love scarce fine art
weary of replicas constant erode

I don't have to be away
to miss what will become yesterday
these gifts of serendipity
giving me home when I feel astray
and I wish to state it all on my skin
precious felicity
not to be sailing within
while melancholy's ships stay at bay

It was not by intention

to lose comprehension 

not to mention

the blow in my heart ignition

shattered my recognition

of what's been an empty truth of hungry imagination

it's a sad.. sad situation

never mind my pure inclination

this mad self-conviction
& unhealthy infatuation
the same old revelation
in need of a consolation
a haven for inspiration
away from this life intoxication
long dream incubation
it is time for emancipation 

how odd is it?
to have this skill
of perfecting the kill
and fill your drawers of papers
empty of faces
but of numbers to fill
how odd is it?
sleeping with this stench
in your fingertips
flipping through dead emptiness

who lost who?
does it matter?
I trusted this feeling
& this feeling let me down
should have I known better?
just another bore of a story
nothing extraordinary
unlike my dancing feet
stumped over & over by defeat
no pain.. no glory
it was too much
then it wasn't enough
blinded by the rush
or awakened by the fall
I have hit the same wall
which makes it all
too cliche, I find
too truth condescending
too wrong to fight through
disappointment never ending
hurtfully right to simply leave behind