Why don't you believe me, darling, when I
tell you that
I love you?
Why do you say I'm lying when
these honeyed words slip
off my
tongue?
Why don't you believe me, darling?
Why don't you believe me?
We are destined to fall apart, darling,
because I said it wouldn't be so.
We are destined to fight
because I once thought we would be happy.
We are destined to cry together, to throw our fists,
to die, forever
longing for some happiness
because I said that
we'd be sweet.
I long to freeze this moment, darling,
to take a photograph of your darkened eyes
your trembling lips
the clenching of your jaw
and the folding of your hands.
I cannot.
For if I were to paint a
picture of your beauty,
the curse would come bleeding through.
No longer would you be beautiful.
And I would not be able
to remember you.
