Let’s say goodbye before we’re forced,
graduate this shattered heartbreak course;
Place the wreath upon our brow
and try to pretend we won’t forget how.
The rain, and the rain won’t let us be—
to unweave our lies and let us see.
The end is upon us! or so they say
every time we wake up to a darker day.
What with our planning so oft astray,
Angels and saints fall in love with the fae.
When monsters are saved by another’s devotion
while sinking the wishing-ships of childish notion.
Harking to the heralds of destructuous might
by closing our eyes we restore our sight.
The passage of time we cannot grasp
as to our ragged hearts our terrors clasp—
you hold onto me and my monstrous mind,
as though I’d never leave you behind.
You love me without cause or place,
imagine I’m some long-forgotten face—
Behind my sad eyes a monster dwells
Grinning with malice in malignant swells.
But light as a feather’s touch to alight,
a ripple of responding love tries to fight.
It spreads as a pool of virtuous tender
and reciprocated upon its innocent sender.
I turn your legions of self-loathing words
into visions of flighty divinitive birds.
But to what end do these creatures part?
Bullet to the brain, pain so ice-sharp.
Let’s star this off without any words,
Dance together without movements assured
let’s end this out without any breath,
Sing silently together, we bass and treble clef.
Write notes of heart together that fold into the night
and try to forget the morrow, hold each other tight
But here I have forgotten, I must have gone astray—
You’re in love with a monster, and a monster I will stay.
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