Inconsequential Cosmos of Us
Homeboy’s got it going on
Swagger tighter because of the stash of money
Tied in rubber bands underneath his bed
Modern Day Romeo, with hints of Mercutio trailing
Right into my ear, easing honey on my lips
Imprinting his fingers on my thigh
Sliding his soul into mine
Fluent in the language of me
Thinking he’s bad because he’s got me sitting in his 1976 Impala
Spicy Latina Dime with the red dress on
Thinking he’s hot because he has some heat strapped to him
Cold, hard steel sizzling against his skin
Thinking he owns the world
Baby boy you ain’t got nothing
You ain’t got nothing outside of this city
Because by the end of the day your just a tragic hero
In Shakespeare’s play, felt for a moment
Forgotten the next day
Laying in some shallow grave that nobody had the desire to dig
All the way
Remembered vaguely in some sort of calamity
Drowning, death by folly
Stabbed in the heart, poisoned by a friend
Moments like you aren’t hard to come by
Men like you die everyday
Seconds by minutes, gunshots by the hour
His life is slipping through his fingers
Granulated dreams, grains of the hourglass
Flipping and disoriented by the vast
Uselessness of his universe
In the context of it all
He is just a speck of matter
Floating in onyx voids
But in our story, Romeo lives forever
With my hand on his face and lips pressed against
Warmth transported through heated gazes and the most abandoned of touches
Our souls on each others fingertips
He means the world to me
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