our love was a mixture
of all that is good
and everything that is
bad about us
was our
love, rather is.
because something like this
doesn't end with two hearts
broken.
two lovers smoking
on a starry night
where people only make wishes
to the North Star...since
that's the only one we can see
in the city where girls
are women before they
know love,
and after they're girls
without souls
without emotion for the world
that ripped hope apart
our love a first love
and a first real love
all i asked for was a painting
to show me what I couldn't see
a painting I never received
that now causes me to
not look any man in the eye.
i can't take a nice gesture
without thinking twice
and even then he wont
have a chance with
the mistress of despair
queen of icy glares
pretentious princess of hate
and love. I do
both hate and love you
asshole. meow.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
