"It won't last, it won't ******* last," murmured the optimist

here's to finding ways to getting him out of the picture in sequential order cheers

my electric toothbrush, lays vulnerable in the corner waiting for the day yours shall touch mine and all negative energies shall flow through positive energies so it shall no longer be dead

he kept seeing shadows of your face at the bottom of every bottle that night and that's why he can't wake up anymore

we rearranged things to the point like it appears i cracked in half over each individual seam of your existence but i did not dare let one fragment of myself lose itself to you

if you look closer at my blood cells, you'll see the distant reflections of things we should have done and things we will never do

Chernobyl was just a prelude to the damning disintegration of my heart the moment your fatality-laced fingers grazed mine for the first time

When the Chernobyl Kids whisper, it's just my soul seeking for ways to enter your ear but you refuse to let one toxin enter you

you came in through the arteries in my heart, and left through the veins in my neck with one slit of your blade-laden lips

there's this huge void where that heart used to be and i can't help but wonder if it was always like this

then i realize, when you touch me, i feel reborn. the sun resides in my chest and no one is exempt from what joy you bring to my life

if he won't shake your father's hand, i will

how dare you look into her mother's eyes and not shed one tear of joy, one tear for the gratitude and fulfillness she brought into your life

the countless dimes i earned for her could never compare to the priceless pearls in her eyes - the penultimate treasure to get lost in

they look at my "prized achievements" and all i want to do is point to you but you're around his arm and sorrow is around mines

"It won't last, it won't ******* last," bellowed the pessimist.