loneliness is the worst remedy.

he was looking for a reason,

and he placed that load on her

like a chemical reaction, 

he was unaware would occur.

his mind made up it's jumbles

and he viewed her as a queen.

sold before the auction,

without thinking what it all could mean.

she is the one,

but now he doesn't want her,

because he'd give her the world,

if only she had what he thought she'd offer.

other than more sarcasm,

other than flopping views,

other than a waving hand,

when the crowd starts to move.

because times are hard,

but workings harder

and to be honest he thought she'd be a tiny bit smarter.

and better to him,

and all that he needed,

even if she was

just a little conceited,

but she's not who he thought,

he was played a fool,

because he forgot to remember,

the golden rule.

that everything's better from far away,

but he never remembers until it comes to the day.

and foresight seems so nice,

until you realize even if it's not you,

sometimes shit's just too fucked.

so now bright rays of sunshine,

glow in his eyes,

until the colors bend,

and the sun sees it's demise.

then the smell that permeates the room,

he start's breathing in, lets it consume,

and paint the pictures in his head

as he lies awake alone in bed.