o h d e a r
once i've been rushed to the place where i was born, and to the place i am bound to die- you were gone.
but why, gabe..
is it the amount of pills that it took to get you away from my imagination?
in the end of the fairytale that once never existed, alice knew she was dreaming of the romeo that was never true.
in reality of fairytales, she was locked up in jail, about to be beheaded- from her lies.
and meanwhile, romeo was there- lying in beside juliet's dead body. he loved her that much.
after all, even fairytales have bitter endings hidden behind the ever afters- don't they?
i can't believe it.. i fallen inlove with the you that never existed, the you that was always so perfect.
why my love, have i ever betrayed you?
i loved you, healed you, and i've always been there for you.. but why couldn't you do the same for me?
i hate it- white walls and ceilings that looked like a white sky filled with black stars that were in a risky shape. i hate the smell, the cleanliness of it all.
why.. more importantly, why are the people so afraid of me? what have i done?
alas, i don't care about their fearful gazes, and my bloody hands. even the doctor's eyes filled with frustration and fear.. even my eyes.
i don't care because i know, i know...
you are real after all- but every moment with you wasn't..
i heard you and her, were the talk of the school since you officially said you loved her to bits under your dead body..
i thought i removed you from that timelapse, my love. i thought you loved m e and not h e r.
"goodbye, oh dear."
Love forever,
The girl who is dying.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.
