To Him who Cared to Give a Fuck

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This is what happens when kindness is wasted, loyalty is ignored, and patience snaps.

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To you, my friend, who cared to give a fuck,

to you, my friend, who chose to care for all

None of your fucks ever mattered,

none of them were counted at all

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For God’s sake, don’t be so fucking sad,

you just gave a fuck and not your whole life

For Heaven’s sake, your fuck wasn’t even that good,

it was a dull blade at the most, not even a sharp knife

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You think you just gave a fuck or two,

and they were all that were ever needed?

You believe even if you gave countless fucks,

were they all the shit that you ever ceded?

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You and your countless stupid fucks,

both be damned to the red hell and back

All the damn fucks you ever cared to give,

and the fucks you didn’t ever try to crack

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Keep your fuck and keep it hidden and safe,

it is not needed at all, in fact, it never was

Keep your fucking love and keep it with you,

it is not valued at all; in fact, it never was

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To all your fucks, only a ‘fuck you’ is granted,

and that too is a generosity beyond words

You deserved less, and you got far, far more,

only cause you ain’t complete but in sherds

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To you, my friend, who cared to give a fuck,

to you, my friend, who chose to care for all

None of your fucks ever mattered,

none of them were counted at all

No Need for Metamorphosis

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A meditation on futility, longing, and the ache of wanting what was never ours.

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No need for metamorphosis and change,

when the change won’t ever change the mind

Of all the shooters standing on the range,

people I love, both the hateful and the kind

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No use of running and panting with ambition,

when the path doesn’t really lead anywhere

I should only walk and with complete submission,

trudging down the dark lands of nowhere

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No need for dreaming of fragrant flowers,

when the vine is bound to wither one day

People only like to sit in high, mighty towers,

their love and affection, always held at bay

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No use of reaching for the shining stars,

when the stars aren’t really meant for me

What is not ours and will never be ours,

shape-shifting shadows, as I behold and see

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No need for claiming loyalty and true love,

when all the desperate pleas fall on deaf ears

Hearts filled with a poisonous, fuming brew,

eyes darkened with memories and fears