i'll edit this soon

hmmm... i'll edit this blog later, but for now just soak in the poem... if it's that

today someone called me strange
i replied you must have meant changed.
short- to be exact, mathematically detached.
give me what i gave you back!
since time don't rewind how you gonna pay me that?
your leaving left me flat...
flatter than the tax that would benefit the rich
sicker than meadia's spin on bull shit
emptier than the clip little kids kill with
because the illusion of freedom is the card they have to deal with,
and the slight of the hand by the person who is paying
is just enough deception for them to not know where he stands.
you colder than his intentions,
had my mind in detention,
that made me feel sick cause my heart was dissenting
from the decision my soul made that you embodied everything that i envisioned.
and i pondered all of this at your name being mentioned.