cheers to that sinister croon
making us forget The Moon
it kissed your forehead,
it made you swoon,
but soon you'll realize what true—
ache is unbearable is
being here, present so young and in
pain i couldn't maintain that sense of pride
they lied, i died in the arms
of insouciance this world
so cold it didn't know the difference
between beauty and the best friend who took everything
even when you were supposed to be mine
she laughed at my thoughts of suicide
demonic waiting 'til I died
pathetic, I gave in one summer I
hide blowing up the weekends
bummer
- sinister friends
01.26.20
photo by Simona Todorova