The sun dies for the moon to breathe
Romeo and Juliet committed suicide for each other
Augustus’ cancer kills him
Hazel loves him even after he’s so far gone
Ophelia drowned from the weight of her dress
Hamlet lived – even for a little longer
Alaska crashes her car in a rage thus killing herself
While Miles was stuck in the labyrinth of suffering
They say true love makes you want to tear your hair out
That it’s not suppose to be easy
Truth is we could have it worse
You’re the reason my blood has stayed a burning scarlet
Rather than the deathly shades of violet and blue
But we’re both damned
You think you’re worthless
I think I’m much less than that
My joy is drowning in alcohol,
Often setting fire to my lungs,
Making blood arise from my skin
Just so I can feel
And you – you think you’re a failure
Which I don’t understand
For you hold the world in the palm of your hand
Your smile asks the questions my laugh answers
But the ladders of scars
Up and down our arms, thighs, anywhere people won’t see
Indicate that one of us will lay
Bleeding out the measly amount of life we have to our name
While the other is forced to live
Knowing no other love will come close
To the person their demons waltzed with
