Everything Changes

Oh Aimee how do you do with goodbyes
That's all I've ever been and I need it to end
Oh maybe everything changes in an instant
Otherwise I'll be waiting outside your door
Tears on face, tears on wrist, self on floor
I can't take this anymore
Sweet sweet darling, you're everything, everything to me
You're a ghost of lovers past
And I'm trying to live it down.
Sweet, sweet, darling allow me to apologize
I would fall in love with you if you were ever around
I like to leave my heartbroken and let the next girl fix it
Into her very own work of art
It's fragile yet beautiful
With ever changing parts
Lay me down to rest for my eyes have begun to sink
In reflection of my soul in relation to me

I'm Better Off Alone

After everything you've done, I'm still reeling in the mistake
Something is different about me - I'm no longer pretending
Why did I think you'd be different? I don't know or understand.
Giving up.
This is the sound of breaking silence
Shattered like glass.
I'm just a caricature of a former love
You think you want me but you've just settled
And that's the most unsettling part.
I am in stasis. I adorn my facade to overthrow saviors.
I don't want saving, I just need it.
As much as you try, you are no Superman, Wonder Woman, or Jesus.
They are all just fictional characters anyway.

This Feels Just Like Home

I love being broken like this, gives someone else something to fix
And me to ignore
and you to take credit for.
My heart bleeds blue and black ink
and while each word seeps onto the page
all I can think is one man's sin is another man's blessing.
My curse is your gift
adorned with a bow.
As you devour each line more hungry you will grow
and you shall stay enthralled while I fall apart
while I lay my heart on the coroner's table
and you scrutinize my every beat as a meaning,
every scar as a story,
every cut as a sign.
My imperfection casts a shadow upon you, perfectly.
You have disappeared.
Despite my life having more insecurity and denial
I still rise to the top.
While each of these lines is a double-edged razor
Cutting hearts and wrists open wide
It becomes clear
You were nothing before me
Without me you are again nothing.
Keep scratching at this scar until it becomes as permanent as my words.
This page is filled with loathing and you're the target.
You can never hide.
It will find you and destroy you.

I'm the h o l l o w  s h e l l of my former self            
My vocals are as soulful                                         
                           as I am HEARTLESS

This Is Irony

I am Dustin Brondyke
Or rather the words of Dustin Brondyke.
Being that you are not him; I am not yours
I am the first of my kind and possibly the last.
The smiles and laughs are merely a diversion
An innate sense of calm before the storm
This first entry (however) is the warning
The premise.
I am still as broken as I once claimed to be
And the bottom of my heart can't wait to see you at the bottom of your grave
In this sense these blankets will be your grave
Your last breath will be at the expense of my name
For this gift, I have been given hopelessness and become jaded
I change crushes faster than you can change expressions
These words are your escape and my reflections.
My confessions.
This road is not built of yellow bricks
Nor is it a kick of ruby red slippers away
This was built on blood, sweat, and tears.
From going to play shows, to losing friends, to being looked down upon
To being loved, to being alone
Over my characterizing years.
Years I should have been making friends but stuck to my guitar
You laughed at me then
But look who's laughing now.
My heart may be in the next ice age
May be broken for years without repair
May be anything.
But these words will always be how I feel and felt.
There is no quick fix to get rid of this.
This is me and my life.
I am Dustin Brondyke
Or rather, the words of Dustin Brondyke
Being that you are not him; I am not yours
I am the first of my kind and probably the last.
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