So I Said “Have It Your Way,” And Now You’re Stuck In A Poem.

and as lonely boy goes back to

lonely girl

their skin touches but it's not the first time

he collapses onto her

but it's not the first time

he knows the map of her body

inside, mostly inside

and out.

and he knows her favourite places to be touched

and touching her is what he knows best

inside, mostly inside

and out.

her heart

if you can imagine it

does not beat the same pulse

you would

skip down the street with,

let's say.

more like

a feeling you're

trying to show

and no one believes you

and you make fountains of

your eyes

and no one can see you

being sincere.

that pace.

that slow monotonous drone

of pity and a whole lot of empathy

but no touch that makes you think

'I am loveable'

so her heart doesn't pulse

a normal beat

it goes in such a way

that would make you wonder

if it's even beating at all

'the weather is nice'

but it's raining.

they still same the damn thing

anyways.

no matter what.

so this life you live

(keep in mind you are

growing)

is seeming to be more and more like

a stencilaformatawaytobe

a way to be

without the need of lonely boy.

with feeling his touch

inside, mostly inside

and out.

(but he's alone in the city, he's asleep in the ground. he is nothing, he is nothing he is nothing ....

do you know what he's dreaming about?

it's not you,

it won't ever be you.

if you can imagine,

and I know this might be hard to take,

but lonely boy

just can't love lonely boy

more than he loves you.

so now you regret being one with your own life

seeing things for how they are

once you moved from the frame

he was ready to take that picture

so what's it going to be?

and lonely boy

and lonely girl

collapse onto each other

familiar geographies

are really quite

soothing

and so her heart beats

slowly

crescendo.

inevitable heartbreak.

and it's alright.