You wanted better, now I’m better, better than ever.
So now I bet you want the wow, to go back and unsever
the connection you cut, you never saw how, but you cut me
just right to free me from that side prone to dereliction for now I see
that me, only me, can really free me from me, from the pain
that I so lovingly, painfully embraced thinking I had something to gain.
Now I see so clearly, I see myself in a whole new mirror.
So, thank you, the knife in my heart let me see much clearer
that I’m too perfect for someone like you. That’s right,
every night in your dreams you might fight for us to reignite
but come the light and you’re left alone, far from glory.
I already know your words are meaningless, so don’t bother saying sorry.
Your own good would have you walk away, crawl back into your hole.
Fire this hot should be appreciated, but it will incinerate your soul.
You’ll never be whole because there were never enough pieces
to your half of a spirit, you half of a human.
Half Better
About Me
I write things, mostly about philosophy, psychology, and politics. I also make music and art.
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