Subjective

Subjective —

You are subjective to me,

And all that I need,

Because if I bleed,

The concept to you,

Will seem blue,

But to me it is red,

And instead,

I will feel fire in my head,

But you will decipher instead,

Create a fire in the bed,

While I decide I’m ahead,

Because I’ve lived behind,

And I felt sublime,

Without knowing a rhyme,

I died deep in a crime,

Pretending I was alright

Maybe we disagree

Because I cannot see

A world where anything

Exists

And I cannot be.

I say this not,

To sound like an ego maniac,

But I spent time living like an almanac,

I have died 1000 deaths,

Only to be resurrected within a cataract,

And I understand,

That you have your plan,

That you’ve been through battlefields,

More than I’ll ever comprehend,

So if you could just agree,

That we’re on the same team,

Maybe we could get by,

Without a reason why,

And just learn to love,

Fuck what’s the point — tired of conforming to your goodbyes.