I’m not allowed to miss you,
to think about the moments it was amazing,
the moments in the rain
when you stole my heart.
All I want is it back.
That thing you turned cheap and painful
for no other reason than you just
couldn’t help yourself.
All of these mingling into some twisted parasite
eating away at the heart that used to be mine.
little pink roses
That dress is still my favorite
hanging there covered from top to bottom
in a disgustingly naive hope
just like this mutinous tear hangs from my broken eyes.
So I’ll just keep on laughing
because if I stop, even for a second,
I don’t think I would be able to hold it back: