stop. look. go.

you were always brilliant-star boy
with the coffee-crumble kaleidoscope eyes
and lyrical, leopard-printed lies.
you pinky-promised me everything--
beautiful bungalows between bakeries and beaches,
apple kisses about the rain,
lyrics scotch taped to Valentine candy canes.

we always, always talked about the future.
"i'll bite bullets and you'll
belt out ballads," i whispered
between kissing you.
(remember that day you bit my lip black-and-blue?)

but one day, i found you

in your room,
your eyes traffic lights. (stop. look. go.)
god.
how was i supposed to know that
it was already too fucking late?

"it's better to burn out than to fade away,"
you whispered wispily into my ear,
while the leaves outside continued to sway,
while April crept carefully onto May.

(you had always been brilliant-star boy
with the coffee-crumble kaleidoscope eyes
and the lyrical, leopard-printed lies.)

a/n: this is a tribute to kurt cobain of the band nirvana. i thought about how courtney love felt and all that... hmm. well i tweaked some details so they'd fit into the poem. rip, kurt.