I've always chosen the dark side,
the side less happy,
the boy less gentle,
and the time not right.
I did not want a too scary romance,
did not want you to
wear a vial of my blood,
just wanted you care
and talk
to me.
But the world is old,
people cruel,
cynicism is cool
and anything true, pathetic.
Why am I
a romantic for retro
romance and feelings?
And you're cold
like the winds of November
& like my lips
& your heart
after our last kiss.
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