The Last Song
The Last Song
I. The Last Song
I could write a thousand poems,
with a thousand words about you.
And I know you don’t like trees,
but I do.
So I’m going to sing this last song,
with words that will never reach your ears.
Or maybe they will this time.
If you listen.
Just listen.
II. Real Talk
Sometimes, I try to hard to be poetic in my writing.
But I want you to know that this part is real.
Real like how it all began with you.
Real but not like Degrassi.
From the beginning,
you made it clear I wasn’t your number one.
I wasn’t even in your Top 8.
You weren’t going to be nice
and fake it like all the others.
Why bother to learn my real name,
when I’m not that important?
It hurt.
But it was real.
That’s what I hated and loved
III. Honeymoon
This is the part that everybody loves.
When the two lovebirds are at their peak.
Yeah, we were in love.
In that unrequited kind of way.
Or on a good day,
a pretend kind of way.
Either way, these were (are) the good times.
We coexisted.
Linked by hugs and secrets.
Inside jokes that outsider’s
wouldn’t care to know.
These are (were) the honeymoon stages.
Nothing could get us down.
Except your realities.
IV. Mr. Catastrophe, Your Reality
You’re gone.
In a world where cats talk
and caterpillars are doing opiates.
Excuse me if I didn’t want to jump into the rabbit hole.
You’re here.
In a world that’s not fast enough anymore.
Normal is not exciting enough for you anymore.
Going. Going. Gone.
You’re with your spinning world.
Your colorful world.
A Bang.
A Pop!
And now you’re stumbling here,
wshing the spinning would stop.
Your head hurts and you’re
wishing the spinning would stop.
I catch you.
Try to get you upright.
But you have to ride the tilt-a-whirl one last time.
You have to ride it again. And again.
I’m done. I can’t live in your fantasies.
V. The Yo-Yo Effect
It’s really simple.
I tried to let you go,
like an old yo-yo.
I knew you’d never come back,
because I was never good at that.
But this is the one time it worked.
I. The Last Song
I could write a thousand poems,
with a thousand words about you.
And I know you don’t like trees,
but I do.
So I’m going to sing this last song,
with words that will never reach your ears.
Or maybe they will this time.
If you listen.
Just listen.
II. Real Talk
Sometimes, I try to hard to be poetic in my writing.
But I want you to know that this part is real.
Real like how it all began with you.
Real but not like Degrassi.
From the beginning,
you made it clear I wasn’t your number one.
I wasn’t even in your Top 8.
You weren’t going to be nice
and fake it like all the others.
Why bother to learn my real name,
when I’m not that important?
It hurt.
But it was real.
That’s what I hated and loved
III. Honeymoon
This is the part that everybody loves.
When the two lovebirds are at their peak.
Yeah, we were in love.
In that unrequited kind of way.
Or on a good day,
a pretend kind of way.
Either way, these were (are) the good times.
We coexisted.
Linked by hugs and secrets.
Inside jokes that outsider’s
wouldn’t care to know.
These are (were) the honeymoon stages.
Nothing could get us down.
Except your realities.
IV. Mr. Catastrophe, Your Reality
You’re gone.
In a world where cats talk
and caterpillars are doing opiates.
Excuse me if I didn’t want to jump into the rabbit hole.
You’re here.
In a world that’s not fast enough anymore.
Normal is not exciting enough for you anymore.
Going. Going. Gone.
You’re with your spinning world.
Your colorful world.
A Bang.
A Pop!
And now you’re stumbling here,
wshing the spinning would stop.
Your head hurts and you’re
wishing the spinning would stop.
I catch you.
Try to get you upright.
But you have to ride the tilt-a-whirl one last time.
You have to ride it again. And again.
I’m done. I can’t live in your fantasies.
V. The Yo-Yo Effect
It’s really simple.
I tried to let you go,
like an old yo-yo.
I knew you’d never come back,
because I was never good at that.
But this is the one time it worked.