Last Impressions

at long last, i can tell you what the feeling i have for you have come to: you're just a liar and a second-rate conman. you don't want anyone to know that you only exist in the facade of personalities you keep around but when you look in the mirror you a mouse of a man. so GOOD RIDDANCE to you and your kind of mean it. see right through you don't see yourself/right when your revisions are served more familiar. unhanded prime estate exchanged for the last amount of integrity any of us had, souled-out. don't give up giving in, formed with taken sub-space. time it high enough to miss the mark. we become close, intimate even; but ho very dare you look at me like you know me. i wish you could hurt me like it's my first time all over again. make it look like you're making an effort; try in the future to not forget to get lost. In nature, the house always wins in a draw so NEVER turn your back on crazy or say never. Never land from there and back again; it's not Oz or Kansas. Focus only on fabulous distractions, if possible, but anything that's not me will do, but don't dare tell me about the world the way it sees you or about your point of view. Either short-sighted or a tall drink of red flags and cautionary tales. You're less of a hot mess now than you are a raging inferno. Teach yourself at home to lessen public involuntary involvement. Which is more or less convinced of collusion? Credit unclaimed, we just share the moment. Know what nobody says is the truth. My last impressions of you are the best ones.