The Mystic Mischief

We have talked
Going in circles it seems
I can not find resolve
Our relationship should be a meme
For people trying to find
Something substantial in a bind
But what’s the point of that
When you know it ends in pain
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
The person who was supposed to be a gain
Is now only a figment of the imagination
What used to be a world of illumination
I feel sick. Sick.
Sick of feeling like shit
But they say it gets better
So I will continue to hope
For the day I stop wanting to write you a letter.

-The Mystic Mischief