I Don't Believe You

Love is not practical; line up in a queue, Romantics can't accept a rejection at face value.The height of insecurity, the dearth of regret, My spirit is broken, expectations I must reset.Convenient truths, I'm addicted to bullshit, This book is an account of a mind that doesn't quit.I'm a designer by trade, an artist with a lit fuse, Passionate introspection, just my sanity to lose.You are not alone; the pain of living is severe, Some say it's weakness; I say it's clear.The gifts you give s...