He was my American dream
Six two with a wing span
you want to flock to.
A piano man
a man of the night,
He biked to me
every night.
He was wild and free
and loved me
like i was the only
stars in his galaxy.
But He also
loved opiates!
His first love was
and will always be
the poppy.
A dagger he used
for the sake of all
that is good and bad.
But I wanted to
fix him,
he was the family
I never had
within the mad.
A ******* shoegazy
dream boy,
he was my favorite
kind of toy.
He’d try to runaway
Every other day,
but i always begged him
to stay.
And He always stayed.
It was always
the last time,
always the last fight.
until another battle
inevitably broke out,
It got even harder
Once his family
Found out.
Everyone was mad
and had something
to say over
what we had.
They always wanted
me dead.
I could hear in the
tone of their voice
they wanted my head.
They got their way
When I moved away,
and they let
Him live in his own lies.
He spiraled out completely
Found someone else just
like me,
He still circles the same
crowds.
He’s become one of my life’s omens
And we must never speak
again.
Because according to him and everyone
else,
I was his life’s biggest sin.
Taking the blame for all the was lost,
Saving his name at whatever
the cost.