1. You love too fiercely
and are ardently sympathetic
when it comes to the way you feel,
and you seem to forget that we’ll never last
because we’ve never even loved
so the point is lost
in infinite lust that crawled its way into you.
2. You live in your own kingdom, which is ruled upon selfishness
and it’s too easy to gossip
and brag
and pretend like we matter
when we both know love is only a hallucinogen
that we’ve far past overdosed on.
3. You’re sick
because no one’s ever loved me
and no one ever will
because my atmosphere is too thin for you to survive
and yours is so thick i’d surely suffocate
so really, what’s the point?
4. You’re a dreamer
swimming in stars who wish upon you
and i’m a realist
sitting on the blood moon that drips shadows
and takes cover from things that illuminate too brightly.
5. You think you love me,
but darling, you’re wrong.
