i love you, i'm sorry ¹ [poetry] ✓

xxix. solitude of a broken sunset

six feet under - billie eilish

the world used to be beautiful, but it turned on us so fast

you liked to buy me flowers, yet i suppose these will be the last

are these the ones that will go down with us, go down in flames?

shouldn't our love bloom like the roses under rain?

instead, it's like september sun, but the withering, the one that drains

not the sunset-coloring, cherry red glimmers it's supposed to feel like

if a cigarette falls, will our roses ignite?

was this their means to exist? to die?

will they burn until there's nothing left of them but thorns?

shooting stars disappear, hope's just flashing by

is that the below-facade cruelty that our love has always worn?

is it truly not beautiful, is it ripping apart, killing our starry night like dawn?

is it truly what we are beneath, did we just kill what could've been forever?

are we at fault for falling apart or was it written in a script?

younger me and younger you wouldn't have dared to think this ending fits

we hold onto hope, cause it's the last that dies, yet eventually, it does

not honest to god, not honest to ourselves, and neither can help us?

tell me, are we already too far gone?