Acidic Art

"Sister"

The title stings when you don't want it

When you wish it was something else;

Anything else

You had me trying to figure out your mind;

-what the hell you're thinking-

But no. 

When it comes to me, 

It's blank.

There's no room for me

in the midst of your chaos

no matter how hard I try

You are surrounded

by everything attractive

I should have known.

I'm not a pretty piece of pink

You'd think you'd look past the surface

because you write and make music too

But you float instead;

somehow, you're worse than shallow

I'd break in half

trying to dive into the idea of you I've made up in my mind;

the lie I keep telling myself is true.

Why do I waste my breath?

Why do I waste my time?

Why do I waste my energy?

Someone's trash is another's treasure

I think it's time I throw you away

Maybe someone will find you and you'll give them more than you ever gave me.