We know better than thinking I'm better
Because I'm upset quite a bit, like a champion regretter.
You're not gullible, either. Relying
On lying or cautious re-lying may not be worth trying.
My neurosis--the locus of hopeless
Behavior--will focus on bad, but, for good, it is scopeless.
How a cynosure--sign of pure blessing--
Was siphoned completely of brightness is odd and depressing.
You had wanted to flaunt a specific
Identity, show a demeanor that seemed so munific.
But when everyone grabbed at resplendence
Composing you, union we grew fell to major dependence.
As nymphet of the dullard, your luster
Got duller, intelligent gleam you no longer could muster.
You're a bitch and a tale that I'm docking
From memory. Essence of you now is minor, but mocking.