I was reading a book,
Actually,
That's a lie
I was skimming through it for English homework.
It didn't matter though,
Because I've read the book one two many times.
It reminded me of us
But you said there's not really an 'us' anymore.
In the book,
The girl was headstrong and believed in science
But, she was going to be deported that night you see,
The boy, he was the opposite,
he wrote poems and believed in true love and fate.
The girl,
She was indifferent to him,
Indifferent to love.
But he loved her because she was different.
Because it's a book
And because it's something written and unattainable,
She fell in love with him.
But, she didn't,
At first, she fell in love with the idea of fate
She fell in love with everything he stood for
She fell in love with the idea of true love
The,
She fell in love with him.
Observational Fact:
I want to be proved wrong.
But it's a book
And it pushes my standards too high.
Because I'm like the boy
Because I live in my head.
But my head is safer
But the sun is also a star
YOU ARE READING
I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down
PoetryThis is a place to vent my emotions. I post it because I want people feel like they can reach out. I don't post it on here for sympathy. If you do get something from this then I applaud you. It gets better I swear Warning: depressing content
