When you cried, I was there to lift you up
Make you whole again
You always said I helped mend your broken heart
But you always said I would never lose your hand
Now I know that what we were was so pathetic
Just contemplating
Indescribable synthetic makeup of a heart
Crisscrossing over, underneath our veins connected
But everything is wrong now, everything was right
Who’s to say our masochistic way of thinking
Was nothing but a lie?
Gave in to romance
A novel with our faces on the cover
Never read the ending
Wish I had then maybe I’d be sober
Instead I’m so deadly hung-over
A grave, unsteady pile of stones
Ready to tumble and crush you in your sleep
This is my final tribute to you
Eighteen.
Christopher's Dead
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/18-a-final-tribute/
