Mr and Mrs Smith


In America,

We effectively made Will and Jada must see TV.



It did a little bit more for me.

It was reality slapping me across the face while I could only stare in disbelief,

As she continued to yell for me to keep the name  love from passing between my teeth.

If Life is a bitch,

Then reality is her evil sister,

and love….is just their imaginary friend.

That alone explains why I can’t tell you what love truly looks like.

I often get her confused with lust until I realize that she meant goodbye the first time she said goodnight.

Good flight,

On a first class ticket out of my head and into the final destination of my heart.

Or maybe it’s the other way around, I always get a little confused about that part.

Either way I see that love don’t last always, while memories live forever rent free,

And living in denial is just channeling the Will inside of me.

  • Author: Bragee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2022 20:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Another sad love song Written but unfinished 💔
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