good night, handsome love I've lost do you remember the name of every star that has ever shone for you alone? I know it's silly how we're so old now that I couldn't recognize the lines of your brow even if you were somehow still here with me it's quarter past sleep and the streets are calm but the world is still ending, I've read dad used to tell me about the apocalypse how humans and God will destroy the earth remind me I've always been a sinner never destined for a rapture but yours though, I hope He never tries to saves me we all know I'm a mistake the person who fills an empty gap but is never made for that space I sit alone in pitch black in empty cemeteries reading the names of the tombstones waiting for the day the letters forming me appear on the rocks before my eyes in that night, when you're ready, tell me: will you wait for me in the abandoned parking lot by the tipped broken cart at half past dead? let me fill your space just a little longer.
Ever pretend the people you've loved have died instead of left you and then written ****** poetry for them? No?? Yeah, me neither, sounds super pathetic.