Comforter from Threnodies by Icholas Yurgh

A baker’s dozen of failed connections
Gathered to celebrate this occasion
Based on omens set to stone, you faked your emotions all along
The way dissolving, reverse evolving
Problem solved, okay, let’s go home
Aimless, speechless, no chance of exit.

Stuck with a revolving door as a confidant
Witnesses her collapses on Snapchat with ironic gothic fonts
Parrots and parodies: parties to partial teases
Her main squeeze has the same first and middle name as me

You could have left a note, could have given a warning, instead of just throwing deuces
But you were always at least a little bit of a douche
You liked to mock people who were trying to understand you
In their varying ways

Hold that thought
Wake back up without being completely drunk
Yeah I knew you’d change but I didn’t think it could be this bad

It’s so sad to see


 

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