we've closed the doors on that 4 month masquerade,
dropped the 'just friends' masks
and made the world see
your hand intertwined with mine
but it all comes with a price
oh baby, we're both dumb and in love
the world is conniving and cunning,
always trying to tear us apart
how sad that
the destruction
has to hit so close to home
(and so hard) for us to realize
what we are in the world's eyes
He says you're a heartbreaker
She refuses to acknowledge me as a
human
anymore (that bitch)
the opening of my eyes came when i realized
She can rip you away from me
but for WHAT???
baby please, don't go,
you say you won't,
but still
please.
ain't that something, sug.
ain't it sad that romiette and julia get stones at their temples
instead of roses at their chucks and nikes,
and boos instead of tears from disbelief of the beauty of love?
they say our encore lies in hell,
i say they can go there and i'll meet them
square up with them at the gates
but i wouldn't be there for what they'd think.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
