·˚ ༘ ➳〔I don't understand it〕࿐ ࿔:🖇
I'm tired of thinking romance is what Romeo and Juliet had
Killing yourself is bad for your health. Or, you know, generally bad
I've asked around and it's apparently also selfish and such a big crime
That one of my friends cried when I said that I wanted to die
And blamed me for not thinking about what I'd leave behind
So in this poem I think about it, about the time I can't rewind
And memories like photos buried under dirt, blood and peer pressure
Because while others breath around you you'll have no leisure
So I think
I think...
About those five coins that lay at the bottom of my wallet
And about the flowers that withered away on my nightstand
And the unfinished candles on my desk, and the tarot cards that are supposed
To hold my answers for me, for when I feel like I need them the most
I keep rain-checking on that moment, thinking it will only get worse
And it's not yet the day I need answers; I'm lying to myself, of course
It's worse than worse already but I'm scared to know I might be in the wrong
Right now only my spite manages to keep me strong...
So I think
I think...
That love sucks. Please, don't throw rotten vegetables, my ego is feeble
And right now I feel like I deserve to be a little mean, just a little
Because I know love and it did nothing good to me
Such a shame that many think it is something you get for free.
CITEȘTI
Of sweet and sour - poetry book
Poetry...and maybe sometimes words and paper are enough to heal a wounded heart
