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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