This isn't really finished. But I started it and I can't find where I was going again. Advice is welcomed with open arms.

Inspired to X, the hopeless romantic, even if she doesn't like it, and the fact that my handwriting actually makes 'love' look like 'lone.'


love, love, love.
love, love, loveity-love.

after a while, it starts
to look like
as in
all alone tonight.

where are your friends,
the ones who claim
to know you
inside out?
do they know that tonight
you're shaking on the couch,
blade in hand
and pills on the table,
trying to think of a convincing reason
to live?

live looks like love
after a while, too.

live, love, lone:
all alone