To blame her is the way of a stark summer rain.

Resist the cheer of thunder behind your head.

A mischievous glint in the eye of the team captain.

A foolish girl beckons me atop the hill.

Together we drop into the lake.

Charm and provoke is the character

I love the most, how could I not

cheer for the villain.

I’m furious, you’re loud,

yet we couldn’t make a sound

in our twelve foot hole in the dirt.

Pray for the burning souls of Montague.

I fit perfectly in your freezing palms

So hold me in front of the garden gates

and steal my fate.

A deep slumber is all you have been.

Say farewell to the calls you miss

as you reach out with your nihilistic whims

just to play the victim you made me out to be.

Tuck yourself into a dreadful rest

for a nightmare is all we’ve ever been.

xx zjf