Paloma

17

Settle without a title dear and I’ll try to catch your eye,
I’ll sell them so that you can see past our last demise.
But how would I know that the gaze just across the room,
is not some change in light but a button that went loose?
Take me to the forest where it all began.
Months ago I’d rather kill myself than being here again.
Somewhere along the way I’ll trip you into dirt,
pin you to the ground as I begin to lift my shirt.
Lonely boy meets lonely girl, they begin to reason with Christ.
Don’t need no night light no more so we bargained with the price.
Lost my friends, lost a pack, the one I disapprove of is myself.
Forget me soon to heal all wounds
I’ll see you someday in hell.