'Til Death Do Us Die

'Til Death Do Us Die.

Our hands pull away

like the tape that adhere the posters to my wall

old and losings its stick,

we are falling apart

a relationship like ours

was doomed from the start

drowning and being pulled under a wave

drier than a currant

you and i are a paradox

we were

perfect

we were

defect

we’re two pairs of socks

that got separated in the wash

it’s hard for us to get this right

when you’re always going left

life an angle, not angel,

you’re completely obtuse

it’s not cute

I’ve gotten so used to frowning

people think my lips are falling

down for the count

i’m on the ground

1, 2, 3,

i’m loser circle bound

being with you is like playing

the Game of Life

and always losing a turn

and I’ll never get to the end

all i want to do is retire

to my ashy urn

in death, is where true peace can be found

real happiness settles

6 feet under

among the worms and bones

so here we are

holding hands again

but really what it feels like

is my hands folded across my heart

and a smile expertly moulded

upon this face that is merely a shell

that once harboured the soul

that floats above you