The rotting corpse of a beautiful animal

Few choice words and promises
Painted scenes of the future
Without looking ahead

Saying “I love you” won’t kill you, it guts you.

I stood listlessly witnessing the screams
But there was nothing I could stop
Not the tears, not yours
I wonder was there anything
I was even afraid of

No, don’t look, not at mine

I’m older but I don’t understand
What I meant
Or what it means
To see you for who you are
Or you for where you are from
And is it enough
To give what I think you deserve
Or give what you think you deserve

And it’s not even over when it’s over