✓〡i love you, i'm sorry ¹ ( poetry )

xxi. an expiry date from the start

favorite crime - olivia rodrigo

i guess that maybe, it all happened just the way you liked

because i'm the type of girl who'd lose herself to your fucked up, pretentious mind

but now i glare into the glas balloon sky and i feel strangely satisfied

the stars are exploding like all your lies that reached their doomsday

guess that they're now on their way to golden facade, made up heaven

kinda fitting for something that's always been your favorite card to draw

i could write a whole novel about you and that isn't a compliment

all the ways we sabotaged ourselves should be against the law

how could we go from strangers to favorites to strangers again

now there's no caller ID, like your name is forgotten

yet on my mind, it's printed, black and white and strangely anthracite

somewhere grey-zoned, right in the place where our love's always been

maybe it's worth a little funeral, wouldn't that be kind?

but i've looked on my calender, and now you're only priority number five

that rating's something ordinary to you though, so you should be fine

cause that's exactly how you treated me and all of our so called quality time