For a better future

Poem

What the fuck?

A truck

Of love

Has crashed into my car.

I don’t have no car,

Not even a driving license.

Are

You enjoying the torture?

Nurture

The idea.

Dear,

You are trembling,

You are a resemblance

Of our past.

You lust

For the genuine happiness

In January.

Do you have any memory

Of that night

Stroll?

The High-

School

Sweatshirt you were wearing.

Daring,

High

On md

Lost your id,

Lost my passport —

What a bad person you are!

You know,

I am thinking it, too. Because you’re thinking it, too.

You’re blushing.

Those flashing

Eyes,

Your eyes.

When everyone dies

I demand being buried next to you,

Obviously a tribute

To the ground you shook off

The ashes on.

Far beyond the norm

I’m trivial and I’m faint.

If I could paint,

(Yet I cannot paint)

But if I could paint

Then I would paint you in violette.

Oh my,

To be honest I

Never

demand anything really.

So, actually I said nothing.

It was getting chilly.

It was almost dawn.

It was time to go

Back.

You alone, I alone.

To cry and to masturbate.

You’re only a phantom.

Fate

Is sometimes

Heartless.

It’s all for the better, though,

For a better future.

by sofiya_10billion