CONTRARIANISM CAN KILL YOU

CONTRARIANISM CAN KILL YOU

 

Contrarianism is shit

when you no longer believe in it

but I won`t call you out

I won`t say that loud

 

that you are obscure in an intimidating way

personifying your life into  art ,

till it is no longer artistic

till it all sounds unrealistic

 

I see you , I see you ,

how you are abrasive even when empathetic

all your love is twisted ,

till nobody smothers you , till nobody bothers you…

 

god you are so easy be friends with

but so difficult to love for long

have you ever been inside your brain?

because it is too cramped up with your over intellectualization of being in trivial debates of being fine .

 

you write songs for people

even when you don`t love them

you bleed poetries  like it is a blood cut underdrug

that cures your artistic custom nut

 

I see you , I see you ,

how you are abrasive even when empathetic

all your love is staged ,

till nobody calls you , till nobody falls for you…

 

you watch movies and then you watch yourself

even without mirror , all in shapeshift & scissors

you never like the characters or people

like you never liked your effort , even when measured…

 

you are pessimistically hopeful to die

look like you love to chase the second fiddle of your own lies

you eat, only your mind

you breed , only your intellect , that make you rewind

 

I see you , I see myself in you ,

how you are abrasive even when empathetic

all your love is undated  ,

till nobody messages  , till nobody bemoans you…

 

alone , offbeat , bizarre and lonely

you belong to yourself only

ghosted , benched , deleted , blocked

love is a threat for you , intellect made you a crack

 

honesty is the best policy for the honests

not for imposters , who love to imitate personas

they say , "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything”

but not for you , all  your truth is juxtapositioned in between your interpretations of nobody & nothings

 

I see you , I see you myself in you

how you are narcissist  even when you relate

all your love is gatekept in a safe cage ,

till nobody smothers you , till nobody bothers you…

 

stop playing gooseberry with your own love life

you are not in your cradle

this off & off , is not fun anymore

this on & gone , is the game you played before

 

are you all that bored ?

why you wanna keep fucking your own mind ?

are you really that alone?

weal & woe , is the rule of the life

 

I see you , I see myself in you ,

how you are dysfunctional even when you are spiritual

all your love is atheist  ,

till nobody worships you  , till nobody intellectually gets you  …

 

if you could fuck yourself , you would have , done it

I guess you are your only one ,

the soulmate  of your own dichotomy ,

the prostitute of your mental ignominy …

 

you love yourself too much

that it looks like you hate yourself

you know yourself a bit too much

that it looks like , you play a character in your head ..

 

I see you , I see myself in you ,

how you are outsed even when you are occupied

all your love is full blood bathe and blood cries ,

till nobody comforts you , till nobody loves you

 

pretend till you play ,

cause all you do is live life off board ,

even your revisionist histories sounds subaltern ,

 I guess your version, love  interpolations of deceitful convictions

 

you should not be taken on face value

but on foot value & on your death blues

all  your perspectives are retrospectives ,

tied to the notes of your well directed narratives

 

I see you , I wish I could be you ,

and let your mind doze off a bit and quit

till your love is no more complicated

till somebody loves your contrarian shit , till somebody gets you , just as an artistic kid. 

Leeza