love in the third act is
fatality on a lively street
an audience of silent applause
waiting for the world to burn
you were a greek tragedy
despair from the nosebleeds
and i was a wolf, starving
in my bed of cotton clouds
i bled my revenge tragedy
screaming stitched soliloquies
to weeping, straining hands
desperate for the ugly life
left glowing blue over ashes
third-degree in yawning gashes
it was the truth i believed in
his sin, the scars festering wounds
in our final bow, bloody smiles
stained the sound of you
on my tongue, naivety let him live
an ending i would never give
i filmed the fall of rome
titled it with your hands
sent it to you, drowned
in the only love i had learned
when you cried
i met your eyes and knew
you’d already
forgotten my name
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