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.