& so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
isn’t this how it goes?
the hero takes a villain, and twists their heart.
molds it to something into something sweet.
you’d think you’d know better by now.
you don’t.
you’d think that, maybe, this time you can change.
you can’t.
you can try to be good for them.
you aren’t.
your smiles are fake. not what he wants.
your face is fake, caked with make up. not what he deserves.
after shave and his cologne overwhelm you. you can smell it when he hugs you.
( only so you’ll stop crying at night. )
you think, every time he smiles, that you can believe in God again.
that you can walk inside a church and not burn.
you never try.
you can lie all you want and say you are just fine.
you can lie all you want and still smile.
you can pretend he doesn’t hear your sobs.
you can pretend you hear his in return.
if he'd just kiss you, finally, it’d be so pure
he’s so pure.
( isn't he? )
you’re not pure enough for him.
you never will be.
you’re not the hero in this story.
you push him away and pretend not to be ready.
( your heart has never beat so fast.
it’s trying to beat into his chest. into home. )
he tells you it’s okay, and then makes dinner.
alone.
alone-- like how you will die one of these days.
alone.