Gyarados

I think I’ll become the monster you think I am.

I’ll do the things you think that I do.

And I’ll let go of that pesky conscience,

And be free.

I can be so much worse than I’ve been.

Trying to be good doesn’t do anything,

You’ll still see me as a villain.

So, I might as well do villainous things, don’t you think?

I don’t want to constantly try to be the best version of myself. It’s exhausting.

I think I’ll settle into this version.

This mediocre petty piece of shit.

The lazy stoner but this time I’ll add the booze again.

Like I did the last time this happened, back when my poetry was good.

I’ll drink.

And drink.

And write.

And fight.

And fuck.

And not care about you.

I won’t think of you.

And you’ll fade away from my memory.

One of the benefits of being a goldfish,

I’ll forget about you in a few seconds from now.

And replace you with the next shiny thing that comes along.

I’ll keep swimming.

And you’ll disappear eventually.

Your kind always disappears eventually . . .

Nothing lasts, it’s true.

I just thought I’d have more time with you . . .

When it came time to dance,

I was a chance

You wouldn’t take . . .

And now trusting you feels like a mistake.

I am a monstrous goldfish. 

I suppose that would make me Gyarados . . . How cool. 

CH 2/20/25