“that day she erupted. And all that came out was him.”
I wondered what I should personify her as?
an ocean that is always in need of the shore?
or that beautiful red dress lying so wasted on the floor?
Or wait, NO.
No she couldn’t be a xenophile
because he was never offshore,
maybe some previous birth thing like, “hey it feels like I know you from before!”
“Are our seven-lives together over already?
cause’ in this life I don’t see a chance”
“Shhh…Come Be my Love. Give me your heart.
Your arms in mine. Wanna dance?”
That sick love was their oxygen
killing them while they survive,
He introduced her as Martha Shaw
In the Notebook of his life.
She made him believe
in their quixotic love,
But where did they fly
when push came to shove?
The fault in their stars
to them their teenage it cost,
they both novice in the game of love
they both played, and they both lost.