Eyes fixated above a perforated skyline and your feet pointing east, west
Stubborn in your repelling congeniality, the one you use
For better or for worse despite my many protests
Don’t you cease, look at that sky and deduce
A thousand misinterpreted ways to make me feel like shit
The pillars on the corner, next to the lonesome church and trampled bus stop
The pillars, tender in my fading memory, my willingly withering memory
The pillars that love to make me hate my own hometown
For it’s tainted of you, relentlessly imbibed of you, the skyline corrupted by your eyes
Of looking above us together, an act of the night, a remembrance of the day
East, west, as if you didn’t know, in all your certainty, which direction to choose
So you obey by the middle at all times, dictated by equally repelling forces
Magnets of a ball and chain, the fate of your stride in the hands of sanguineous
Intent for sentimental bloodshed. No, congealed blood; its origin of many sources
Primarily my welcomed desire to accept the curdles by the masses, in honour of
What we could never be
I honour the never and your east west ways
It taught me about human nature, about the repelling congeniality of
Imminent natural stubborns, a river with no tolerance for delays
A grandiose impending doom, impatience, immediacy, thereof
You craved for so majorly, that one more day was an insult to you.