You never closed your eyes
when you leaned in to kiss me,
You never wanted to truly feel
because you knew how much
I could destroy you eventually
I could envelope you in flames
with the passion in my bones,
passion long dead for you now,
Metaphorically, I can't stand you,
Literally, I don't know what I'll do...
This, for you and for them,
is a teenage pseudo love,
a fire not bright enough to
be called a fire,
a forest not thick enough
to be considered a forest,
just a teenage wannabe love,
teenage wreckage love,
teenage - this'll end in tears - love,
teenage - first time - love.
We will break and we will fall,
and I will feel my heart twist bit by bit
while you will be the
perfect picture of indifference,
but at least I'll birth new poetry.