Death is Never Pretty

Fuck It

I love you.

That phrase is becoming

More

And

More

Of a joke.

I love him.

He loves me.

And yet we are not meant to be.

I cry and

Think of him everyday.

He won't leave my thoughts.

I'm starting to sound like a cliche.

I tell him I can't stand not being his.

He says he wishes that I could stay.

But why not?

I tell him then let's stay together!

But he ignores me.

I feel used.

I want to tear my heart out and

Burn it into ash.

I don't want to be me anymore.

I can't be myself without him.

What's life without the thing

Or person you live most

Beside you to witness

Each other's glory

And achievements?

Well I guess I just have to go

On a limb

And yell as loud as I can:

Fuck it! let us dance with

The constellations and

Smile with the planets and

Be outcasts to everything

And everyone!