p: love

Should we do this again?

Playing this game of pretend

With the two of us acting out a scene

Where my heart is broken

And I die in lovesick agony,

But you survive to see the sun rise without me.

Are you the valiant knight I dream of?

Or some cruel demon, tugging at my heart

So as to ruin my sense of hope?

You were going to be different,

But you’re like all of the others.

Your love songs told of melodies no one could bear to lose,

But now it’s nails dragging across iron.

I can’t stand it anymore.