im finding it difficult,
not hard, fucking difficult,
to stop myself from playing back
(baby, it sounds even better on rewind)
the words of young love.
its the feel of unicorns and
a trillion rainbows.
whimsical, and sweet smiles endless,
until they turn sickly in the shadows
of guilt and hate and notrightnotright,
because its fake, its unnatural, its a lie.
and im certainly better than that.
i may have seen one unicorn,
but who knows,
i was blinded by all the rainbows.
young love 8/9/12