We were never a love story... We were more a story of love But- You were a title and I merely a chapter We grew no choice but to digress To go back to being best friends, two peas in a pod who stared at each other a second too long.
That is definitely the name Of my book. If not that, a title for this poem. No, the first line. It’s untitled. I won’t restrict myself. I won’t be led astray.
Poets are just looking for an outlet. Poets are in anguish. Poets are on fire.
Let us burn. Let us burn in agony. Do not peek your head over, Dear reader. You have an obligation. Work, kids, bills. Don’t think of us. We are burning in agony, in fire, And we do not wither away. We cannot escape that easily.
Life will continue and time will pass. Like Vid-19 You'll only be remembered in class. Mentioned in the worst ways and times. ¿Te acuerdas de tu hermano? I'll hesitate and say I remember the time i spent contemplating if I'd ever get you or not.
I get it but why? Leaving me a responsibility I never asked for. He's mad and sad, Doesn't even consider that fact I'm passed out Blacked out Crossed now Passed out Lost now Rad. Doesn't even know the blood forbade the name engraved, he was enslaved to and will change to a new.
Though it won't stay the same, I still hold the title and torch. The one I'm expected to hold high with pride! I won't let you down But i will to him.
I'm sorry all we have is a blurred photo together and that all you could hear was gibberish from my mouth. But know I love you. Thick or thin
What does it mean To still be here, living with trees Tapping at the windows It's almost like they're asking What we think we're doing
Waking up on air mattresses Drinking instant coffee while Outside, birds will fall In this twisted dream A toxic slew of memories
Remember the back of the class Listening to seventeen covers Of "Kissing in Cars" and Going through every last Tear stained inch of you
Remember the grass beneath my feet Before you ever knew about me The school shootings, the rain Kids crying in the parking lot Phoning parents, trying not to be afraid
You're the only person I've ever seen At midnight in an overcrowded kitchen Leaned against a counter Like you know where you belong That night, I saw stars behind your eyes I don't want to grow up anymore
Ceaseless scratching The sound of fingernails on skin Constant Unending Rapid More I need it more. Oh god. Oh ****. I can feel the Need. It's all over. The sensation. Not even here. Just a mirage. Just a dream. Just a fever. What I want. NO What I need. When will it come? How long have I waited? Hours? Days? Months??? Or only minutes? Time Oh please go faster A kettle Boil? That's it! If I don't think Then it will speed up. How to achieve that though? Oh, I did it.
Just thought I'd type out whatever comes to my mind. I'm kind of tired of typing in a bunch of restrictive formats. I like them at times but I just wanted to try something new. Let me know what you think. I'm a **** for attention so I'll do whatever the public wants. Thanks for reading. Enjoy.