not percico i'm too hardcore solangelo sorry. inspired slightly by How Long by Charlie Puth (spotify decides it wants to keep playing it over and over again, so it's stuck in my head). also, this is really crappy because i haven't done poetry in a while, so sorry about that
these words
mean nothing
none of your words
mean anything
⁂⁂⁂
from your lips
come birds, soaring in flight
his heart does flips
do you not hear his plight?
⁂⁂⁂
save your apologies
swooping gulls carry words that are dull
we are nothing but mythologies
he does not tell you his words are null
⁂⁂⁂
save your apologies.
no —
on second thought,
i want to hear you say
you're sorry
⁂⁂⁂
why are you happy?
he slashes knives through your skin
when my life was left crappy
you'd thought he was your kin
you are a hero
you think it's getting better
your promises are worth zero
it gets worse with every letter
⁂⁂⁂
just
tell him
what he
wants
to hear
⁂⁂⁂
tell me you meant it
⁂⁂⁂
you do not know
this time the words flow
i don't know. i'm sorry
⁂⁂⁂
save your apologies,
he says simply.
they are
not
good
enough.