Almost a poet

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, there was girl who loved a boy.

The boy was selfish and she was his toy.

He treated her well, but didn't really care.

If he really had, then they'd still be there.

He left one day, and that's when she broke.

Alone on the floor, she started to choke.

The tears were trapped, and she couldn't breathe.

She should have been angry, but she couldn't seethe.

She still smiled at passerby's, still laughed at their jokes.

She still had good habits, still rejected offered smokes.

But at night, alone with her spinning mind.

She worked so hard, and struggled to find.

Some kind of sanity within those scary spaces.

She was willing to look in all the dark places.

But all she found, were insults directed her way.

Insults that no one would ever think or say.

One day he came back, and felt his heart break.

This beautiful broken toy, was more than it could take.

Once upon a time, there was a guilty boy and a broken girl.

Both were stained, cracked, and dirtied pearls.

He tried to fix her the best he could've.

But he didn't do everything that he should've.

He didn't see, that to save her threatened life.

He had to do more, than just hide the knife.

She died quite suddenly, two weeks later.

With the help of some pills and a razor.

He died about a week and a day after that.

When her funeral had ended, and he was alone in his flat.

And so the sad story of these lovers must go.

The one that they wish no one would know.

Once upon a time, a boy and a girl died.

In a pool of horrible thoughts, that they both tried to hide.