I try too hard to make my life a poem
full of beautiful tragedies and metaphors
Instead of being
splotchy skin, red eyes, and scars
I can be
diamond teardrops and a lovely disaster
If life is going to be painful can't it be pretty too?

But it's all lies
a sheer veil of innocence
covering the cruel realities of existence  

And you're not a beautiful boy with
hazel eyes like heaven
and words like the ocean
You're just another person I made into my everything
without a second thought
and one day,
you'll remind me
why all dreams are toxic