i'd always dreamed
that when my heart broke
we'd cry our way out
home
believe this war is worth love
eternal damnation and hey,
you don't know what it's like to know
flickering dreams, what's stored
inside (this isn't apocalypse,
this isn't what matters)
i'm bad i'm bad i'm-
so, so sorry.
you always could break my heart with a look.
just keep walking.
it only gets worse from here.
(i hate the smell of your fear)
4 comments:
1) is this about angel
2) am i correct in thinking you watched the entire first season in 3 days
i believe i am correct in thinking that this is not-so-secretly about something i don't really understand; despite that, it's a really good poem. ("flickering," ha. i win.)
i like this. season 2 of what? (i certainly will not hazard a guess, since that seems to annoy you)
you write what i really had meant to write
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