The Finish Line

Betrothed to your hollow headlines written in the speech bubbles on my phone screen Enough is enough when I discover that I want a hologram of you, laying next to me The build up breaks me down like crumbling bricks turned to dust at your feet The reason I stay is only connected to the reason I came in the first place Written with jets in the sky over America for every wandering eye to see Or engraved in secret code, purely meant just for you and me I’m torn between the alternate option of you only loving me for a piece The life I chose to lead, running after the uncertain aftermath of you reaching for me Words hold either all my thoughts, or have no meaning at all How you chose to perceive my actions, is what controls the fall And when it ends, with time as the main contributor to our lives A longing script inside my mind that goes internalized Everything dies by our sides Everything fades in our graves All of the life goes back to the soil For death is the finish line