we listened to sad love songs
wrote miles of forbidden romances
prayed to have our heart broken by you-know-who
because we were told to think
tragedy is beautiful
then it happened
and you romanticized
bullets flying through the air
slit wrists
losing your mind
raw throats
piles of laundry
life willingly spent in a prison of aluminum foil
for the ones you loved
but i learned that tragedy?
tragedy sucks ass
and the people who tell you otherwise can go fuck a chainsaw.
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Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
