I built a castle,
And burned it down,
Watching the ashes fall
And fireflies rise.

A paper castle of much grandeur
Can’t hold a candle to a flame.

“i love you”
those words
                      d
                         r
                           i
                             p
                               p
                                 e
                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring

i dream of november nights and broken cars
germany in march and the bars
in italy by the bay.

i dream of red speakers and fairy lights
green walls after fights
and tuesdays.