apocalypse | 18+

1.

the end of the world

it began when i first awoke from death
it had risen in my body
it fled with a sweet bitterness
the bitterness tasted like sugar rims
and lemon
the first kind i was given

but I am positive it is not the first time he gave

yes, i'm here to speak of he
his life is
a worlds apart from mine
yet my sorrow
was silly enough to draw in

i had died before
with him
i did not understand what it meant to live

i wondered if this is life to him
the taste of wine
may speak time and time again

he falls in love with the the dancing girl at the bottom of his glass
i promised i would not fall for it
he promised he'd give me a flower if i did

i did not know the world was to end
when
i felt my life drain slowly
while he already drank his

it was darkness that i was encased in
but i liked it

i wonder with how many girls he has felt this

i don't want to make myself important
for lack of many words
i don't feel that he deserves
that kind of influence

but then again
we were under it

and ordinarily
he should have been a distraction
but to him i gave no kiss

when he still wanted me around
time and time again

it was to prove some sort of point
that i didn't think he'd agree with

he said he would be loyal to me
when i did not plan on reciprocating

i felt his skin
i touched it

it was rough to him
but soberly i was taken adrift
i said to the supposedly broken man
you have nice hands
and then he punched a tree

he let me walk alone
he proved no difference
he proved to be exactly what he said he'd be

in the beginning

and then he sunk underneath
these smitten possibilities

i told him something

though he is dead
his eyes are so alive
anxious to survive
but with no tools to actually live

selfishly i thought
oh what i'd give
oh what i'd give

this is the beginning of the end.