Isabelle

14

429 Won't You Be Mine?

When I told you about myself,

you wanted to fix me.
Pity the rude girl,
need I remind you,
it's not even June.

And I told you I couldn’t be fixed

‘cause the third boy I loved

didn’t even try.

I remember when he told me,

to stop putting him

in the God awful poetry 
I always write.

Saying that if the boys in front of him

couldn’t pick up the pieces of my heart,

neither could he.

Hell, he didn’t know that the ventricles

were even under the arteries.

But, he thought if I was still breathing,

I was just fine.

And at some time,
I found the leftover poison he left in my refrigerator.
It'd been mixed in my lemonade.

How had I been so blind?

As much as I'd like to die from heartbreak,
you gave me the only antidote,
what some may say to be true love.

Yet,
it's still too hard to even say his name.

So, maybe you think you can be a superhero,

but not mine.


‘Cause goddamn, all legends tend to die.