A spoken word poem in relation to both my opinion of scomiche and any lgbtq people who are forced to deny their love for their safety and their lives. Trigger Warning- death is mentioned.
If I look at you, I see something I can never have.
Documents. Press. Rules. Morals.
They keep me away from you.
I sign the line that says goodbye, and I turn away.
I turn the corner and I go.
Far away from here. That's where I'll be free.
Free from the rules and the heartbreak.
I would have never signed if I had read the fine print.
The single word ruining my life was small and in italics. Platonic.
I look at you one more time, and I leave. The split is spread wide.
I turn the corner, not knowing I'll never again see your face.
You've been pained for a while.
Words are only words, and words have loopholes.
You say you've tried, that they don't exist.
I don't believe you for a second.
I've spent so long searching these lines for a way for us
The world PLATONIC makes me want to cry
It's not us! They see right through it, yet force us to pretend
Where ever could your smile be? I haven't seen it for a long time.
I can't grasp your hand for comfort anymore.
Eyes are everywhere. They look and call out to us
"You can't do this! It's not right! Love is not allowed!"
And yet, they don't know what love is.
In private we are lovers, but in the public eye we are friends
I can't take it anymore, we talk, and you leave.
Write your name on a dotted line; sell your soul for the rest of time.
You turn the corner and walk away.
I call for you to come back, but you stare into my eyes and depart from my life.
My soul is yours, it follows you, goes far away.
A lot of people claim that you only see the truth as the light fades from your eyes.
Truth is found in death and departure.
I read the paper before I signed. It keeps us apart...
It keeps us safe, and I hate it.
The man who hits me is drunk, homophobic, hateful
I don't even see him coming, I'm too focused on you, my love
Hit, crumble, fall, and I stay down.
The car drives on, but I stay still
My light fades, yet all I can see is you at the end.
I hear a crash, and I run to help
They don't let me through to see and help.
The grey rocks around your small frame turn red due to your life seeping away.
They never said that denied love also kills.
They call the time and ignore the drunk man loitering at the back and spewing slurs at us.
Your small body moves into a sad van, a van of death.
They keep me away from you, even In the end
Platonic
Doesn't
Exist
Platonic
Kills
As I watch you be pulled away, the drunk comes over and kills me.
Faggot, he yells in my ear as a knife lunges deep inside me.
No one notices me, for even in death, you are the queen.
Black meets my sight after a blinding flash of light.
I go for you, but heaven is too high for a lowly one like me.
My life drains, and we both disappear.
Platonic turned out well, don't you think?
