Can’t Spell Dystopian Without Ian

Fucking jumping
Leaps and bounds
You opened up pretty quick
I guess.
While I had to take months and months
To slowly coax things out.
Must be pretty fucking special.
A real deep connection.
A real deep person, who just ‘gets it’
Y’know?

Im torn. A goddamn paper mâché
Mosaic.
Depicting a scene of a confused mess.
Or maybe the artist just put the pieces together wrong.

I’m being pulled against my own walls
By some backwards jealousy.
Kcuf kcuf kcuf

My stomach in knots.
My extremities trembling.
Did you walk through the trees with him,
Discussing the fucking universe and metaphysical bullshit?
Did he inspire another poem?

This is FUCKING CATHARSIS.
This is MY RELEASE.
Please, go ahead and DETEST me for it.
I lay as a beaten dog, biting out at anything I can.