I'm never going to attend Geometry, am I?

I'm just an addict with a pen. 
Inhaling mystifying metaphors for breakfast that smell as lame as I really am.
Cause' I live in the ink between the words. 
Cause' there I'll declare things I wouldn't dare. 
Cause' there I'll bounce with the power of an atom bomb. 
Your heart Hiroshima. 
Your heart, a pumping vessel covered, arteries aching. 
Your heart, a smile that I've plastered into my shattered soul. 
I should come with a Warning Sign. 
"Hey, I'm worse than Taylor Swift. You hurt me and I'll compose poems about you ti'll the alphabet will become pissed cause' it should be used for other stories by now..."

But stories seem so dreary now. 
And a cynical heartbroken sophmore I'm now. 
Not even a proper one, cause' I still freeze leaving the window open for Peter Pan.
I'm getting a cold again, the flu is tightening my chest and I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.
Miss three more months (ah, that magic number) and become an even greater stranger than I am.
Most people are strangers to the mask I wear. 
Damn, it's sad when all those varying emotions become hatred.
Damn, it's pathetic when you can't eat anymore. At all. Hunger of life, ah. Gone. 
Damn, it's pathetic when your in love with a fictional character that may be more broken than you are.
Naive, broken little thing.
Close the window.
Break the Vespa.
Like you'd ever drive one anyway.
1984' your senses, and settle for the underachiever.
Settle for the cubicle.
Settle for the "Fifty Shades of Gray" story-line.
cause' it's not them that are killing you, it's yourself.
it's the fact that you always gave too many fucks about things that didn't concern you.
pick up your mother, call your father who lives close but so far.
pick up the phone and tell your grandmother that you'll be bitter together.
tell your grandfather to store his dreams for you in the back closet.
let them get dusty and stale.
let them rot and fester.
let them be forgotten. 

so my business use to be to create.
so i thought a Guinness beer would save me from my sins.
so i thought i'd have those friends that you ask to be your maid of honor.
cause' even i dream of a wedding. it'd be nice, to have someone to hold you when you shake from the nightmares. 
cause' the holy water will sting me in the eyes and you'll rip my wedding dress off me. 
cause' all who wander aren't lost.
but shit, they're lonely. 

(maybe one day i'll write a poem that matters).