there once was a boy who loved edgar allan poe
with a dark mind
and a bruised heart
there once was a girl obsessed with sylvia plath
with a streak of madness
and a bloody pen
dark nights with half filled coffee mugs
cold at 1:30 in the morning
the half moon cascading in through the window
a laptop screen illuminating two faces
miles apart
words of poe and plath
sketching death through diction
two believers of the power of word
contemplating darkest deeds
all alone under the stars
they sit with shaking hearts
feeding their souls with ideas and theories
a horizontal girl in a vertical world
a boy searching for his Annabel Lee
there's no happy ending
poets dont believe in those
naybe if they'd found each other
but this boy's Annabel Lee
was more of a Sylvia Plath
