I can't stand your dad anymore I don't give a fuck

Tell me what you wish to build 
with hands that hesitate to touch 
what is not ours to claim, 
a space where my presence dissolves 
like morning mist on asphalt. 
 
Not to whisper secrets 
to the wind that carries your name, 
a name I never learned to wear comfortably, 
a sound that echoes from a place 
where we were never meant to meet. 
 
Twice the sun has climbed 
and twice it has dipped below the edge 
since that first glance, 
a scene frozen, yet somehow 
unseen by the moving clock of time. 
 
To school we went, a path worn smooth 
by unseen footsteps, 
where did the laughter go, 
the clumsy promise of forever 
lost in the geometry of textbooks? 
 
Never to trace the map of that city, 
Givza, a word now just a hollow sound, 
a place where the roots of knowing snapped, 
and the truth of a shared beginning 
remained buried under silent years. 
 
Ah, the ghost of a name, 
the one they called mine, 
a banner I tried to uphold, 
a shield meant to guard the fragile house 
of those who shared my blood. 
 
Now the performance changes, 
the spotlight shifts with cruel precision, 
and I stand accused, 
the architect of crumbling walls, 
the convenient villain in their ongoing play. 
 
Out now to the open air, 
to watch you walk away, 
a silhouette against a setting sun 
I no longer recognize as beautiful. 
Why does the thread remain tethered? 
 
Why isn't the final curtain drawn, 
this weary body finally still, 
for doing nothing, for being nothing 
but a breath drawn in the wrong era? 
 
All that effort, all that striving, 
to be allowed a gentle fading, 
a quiet erasure from the busy canvas. 
 
Skip the careful dance, the polite detour. 
Take the shimmering tokens, 
the heavy weight of what they think is value. 
Take it all, the glitter and the dust. 
 
I am not the vessel for this emptiness. 
I am simply standing here, 
watching the echoes of what might have been, 
waiting for the quiet to finally claim 
the space you left behind.

rap, trap soul soul