Oliver fears getting caught
but he fears more of losing
the love he's built with Conner - - -
all the bridges he's burnt
in the name of
a zealous desire
to be supportive, to be helpful,
will be worth it (hopefully) - - -
and that thought,
one of kindness and kisses,
disintegrates when Oliver realizes
Connor's gonna get his ass kicked
by karma
sooner rather than later;
everything he does will add up,
and it's unfair - - -
because Oliver's in love
because suffering looks awful and unattractive at any angle
because Oliver's a sweet simple accomplice - - -
that it all had to come down to this,
to bending morality to fit the favor of a man,
too full of fear of a woman looming
to keep the love flowing.
Oliver should know better to fall for
all the charm and the charisma
and the sweet seduction of lying sensuality
because it lacks the concrete stability of actions,
but Oliver's addiction is love
and he just can't quit.
It'll all be worth it…
"In hell, we'll all be there burning, anyway…":
it's a morbid thought, but it rings in Oliver's head,
yet it's strangely calming.
The world has never been more confusing...
...until now.