I use to look at you like you were god
Pedestals and roses
Your voice that sounds like summer
Echoes and noises

I tiptoed over the egg shells that made up your ego
Buried like a time capsule
I wish you’d grow up

But you lay in bed turning like you’re in a grave
Pink faced and ashamed
Hollow on the inside

You’re pearls and diamonds
I prefer resin rings and thrift stores
Angel faced Adonis

You hold fragile things like their broken
I wish I never met you
But I love to forgive you

Your my Montague
And I’m your Capulet
We die in the same ways

Bonnie and Clyde
We’re better than ever
Tell our story in fickle progression

-v.