You were my Endgame

You met me at a weird time,
weird was my "middle name"
but somehow-- you chose to stay.

I remember you watching me,
like I was a loose science experiment,
but it was cuz you were paying attention,
this is why you are worth to mention.

Why did you fall in love
with my damaged ass,
will you explain?

I should have seen my downward spiral,
saved you the trouble--

Spared you from all that pain,
that I brought into our relationship--
​I warned you I was insane.

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You came to me like a loaded gun,
or a speeding car,
while I was the dog chasing it,
not knowing why.

You were curious,
I could see it in the twinkle in your eye,
eventually you asked questions--

I should've walked away and said bye.

But things happened,
a chain reaction,
no way to avoid it,
you entered Our life,
met the Others,
learned my ways,
I'd ask you to stay--

but all I could offer was pain.

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​So I jumped into it,
felt nice to be seen,
to be loved,
understood and all the patience you offered--

a most tasteful drug,
you let me be free amongst the world,
but no good deed goes unpunished--

just a matter of time until
we were finished.

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I was toxic and it seemed,
it would be easy to hide it from you,
but you always saw more than I let out,
eventually you would catch me when you found out.

I fought you and yelled,
caused many scenes and pain,
brought out tears from your eyes,
and somehow you held on,
I never understood why.

I kept pushing you,
I know,
once I got a hold of a good thing:
"shit, bro."

I push it away just to punish me,
unbeknownst to me,
quite classically.

Then it came the day when I ran out of second chances,
and we started separating,
maybe it was always meant to be like this,
like in any deck of cards,
a Wild One,
​ahead of the circumstances.

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No other choice but to say goodbye,
only hope was that eventually we would come back--

but sometimes there just isn't a happy ending,
no matter the Endgame shipping.

So fuck it,
I know you'll be okay,
don't worry about me anymore,
no matter what I say.

You're a survivor and so am I,
so give Life the finger--

Baberina... Jay...

​Goodbye.

Hack/Slash Pinup by Tim Seeley and Tríona Farrell.