would they think we
were insane if we
ran away and
started somewhere
new? somewhere
where the grass was
not greener nor any
other color under
the rotating sun
on the other side?
would they think we
were in love if we
flew to las vegas
and got married
at the chapel where the
couple before us
vowed their love
to one another?
would they think we were
in control if
we pretended our
love was inevitably
r e a l?
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
