First, look at each other with loving eyes
Giggle and chuckle and smile
Say something kind about your eyes and your giggle and your chuckle and your smiles,
Describe them with unnecessary nonsense similes
Your cheeks like the rosey rose-red red rose gardens
Your voice sweet like chocolatey chocolate-brown chocolates, etc, (insert rhetoric metaphors)
In most love songs that’d count as an entire verse
In my opinion, that’s just sincerity’s depressing hearse
Next I say something about, “I don’t wanna break up”
And then rhyme it with let’s make up
Calm you with a consolation flower, bent at the stem
Wipe your tears with a comforting napkin, torn on the hem
Might even play you a corny acoustic love song, not like there’s a shortage of them
That sort of bs is all the redemption most can offer
And accepting it is the mediocracy we all seem to suffer
Because otherwise, we’d all just be blue
Why not be happy if the only cost is to stop being true?
The next chronological step is to say something about loving you
I love you
I love you
I love you
You believe me? Oh, whew
That’s a relief
Cause I might be 15 but I most definitely totes love you
Why’d I say it three times in a row if it’s not true?
I’ll say everything about wanting you
Staying with you
Loving you
Forever
And then define forever by the lifespan of a small insect
To be frank and honest, I really don’t care
Whether anyone’s vain mating attempt is failed or perfect
All I’m up here to say is that it’s not fair
That we accept the cheapest bouquet
Accompanied by an acoustic cliche
As symbols of true love
How does that show that we care?
I don’t mind much for any form of love, really
I’m just trying to point out the evident and obvious fallacy
In these claims of love and romance
That come in the form of a thousand empty apologies
Third, fourth, endless requests for a second chance
And though I’m not one for **** like feelings
And though I don't want to talk down from above
Watching everyone scramble and scream, in disparity and ecstasy
All in the name of true love
Is simply depressing
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
Now, let’s take it back to the start
Rewind back to that part
When you started feeling a bit less smart.
When you started seeing things fall apart.
It starts as a tired thought
after a battle fought
For some kind of restitution
Against their reprehension
In saying “death’s an intervention
To an epidemic that is the creation
Of you"
You, muffled of all loud passion
They graciously etched off your pride with a quarter
And so you fought, and they thought you cheeky
They sagaciously set aflame your hair with a lighter
And so you forfeit, and they thought you easy
It’s too easy, it being you,
To hate, to hit, to abuse
K to the Y to the S to the please
They plead you to seize
A moment to hate to hit to abuse yourself
Please, please, cry a “farewell”
To this world, to your mother, to their satisfaction
Who cares, you're just some teen, dumb and ******
You thought a bang would get you a reaction
But you’re way too easy
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC