"moriarity" poems
You say life is bettered when with her
to ditch those around you whom care.
Looks given from her when surrounded
just another reminder that your love is classified
almost always mummified.
Drop flies, recently best friends
for a seasonal love,
love is supposed 365, revolve around kind of thing.
Fights, flings, other things should alert you
that’ll be the life you be living
sit stranded,
middle of a self-eradicating time bomb
created, blossomed
from a falsely accused label.
Label yourself as taken, less like the movie now
more like the happy, love encrusted, teenage romance.
Red in the face from a fist full of truth
lie to only the liar
willing to enough to witness the Moriarity
ending in a fatal scene of faked goodbyes.
Maybe this IS too boring for you
look around, failing in a pit of despair
meaning you’re wanted but never needed.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC