e se desse certo ?

I met a boy He likes me No I don’t listen to Ed Sheeran anymore It brings me more pain than annoyance Putting all those dreams I had dreamt for us - in parks, rushing after each other while crossing roads in the bleak March rain — to rest His eyes speak louder than yours, Gentler than yours. He’s realer than any poems I’ve written about him Warmer than my sun and tea duo. He sounds like every dark thought I’ve ever had But looks so goddamn beautiful in the setting sun My dreams are at rest- i didn’t have to will him to existence —with my demons under the pillows and my tears in the morning showers We drive each other mad, You’re not always happy coming home but you are always relived. Like the first drop of rain you feel before a storm rages, But just as innocent as a child trying to catch raindrops on his tongue. I light candles in the day even though my rooms are washed up in summer sun I like the scents, mingling and turning into nothingness In wake of the seconds I devoted to you- dancing on your grave — to clean up the air of the smell of your dead promises Oh how I have waited for this You and I have faded like the colour of my ratty sweaters Shades of non-existence and new born things taking over I still stare into the pitch dark in disbelief sometimes Skin and bones, soft hair and smiles Devilish grin, one crooked dimple- quoting some writer I’ve never picked up on — smeared with my infatuation I met a boy Not a dead end