Backseatromance• Show poetry

[neverland]
you can just call me [trash] tragedy


for the boys (and all the sleepless nights):

i’m sitting on your porch
smoking the cigarettes i stole from your rooms
and counting my [options] blessings
i [am] have nothing



for old “friends” and the same old pretenses:

remember back when we stood for anything
when friends were everything
when we believed in something ?
i forgot two years ago.
i hope you drown in memories
but i wish you everything you ever asked for [the best of luck and both ends of the rope]
((honey, no one was ever coming to save you))



for me:

you leave me
nothing
just a lipstick stain on your pillowcase
and a phone number you’ll never call
and i believe in everything
until i lose my [neverland]
only then do i lose my faith
only then do i see that i’ve lost you


~♥~♥~♥~♥~