you, me and the end of the world

you're not saving our goddamn planet, our goddamn planet isn’t saving you,
and i’m not saying - maker, i’m not saying, - that i will be the one to save you,
and i’m not asking you to save me too - neither do i need you to,
there is no way, no, my sweet liar, hell no, pretender with such pretty face,
my silent damaged heart desire; for what it's worth i know my place -
my place above this goddamn planet, above our brilliant dirty skies, -
i know the truth that you don’t care to, i know what truly are we -
you and i;

you are not saving your goddamn self, your impudent tongue, your eyes of perfect blue,
your fair fingers, your long dark hair i love so much to run my fingers through,
your fragile soul of brightest black and white - and i know why,
i know you, as much as anyone could ever, as much as you would never
ever let me to, as you won’t let anyone with same red hair, without any soul at all
to ever get inside of you and drag you out to the world, and force into a brawl
with our goddamn world, with our goddamn hearts, and with your own one;
yet here i am
so get your sweet face ready. pull out your sword or gun;

they say it’s where the fire meets ice, i know they lie as they have never met us,
and they have never seen one fire meets another, exploding into world-sized cuss,
they’ll never understand the truth that you don’t care, the one i knew forever,
i - the one still standing here, in front of you, keep talking haver,
still trying to - instead of you - save goddamn world and goddamn you,
to bring you back from wherever is this damn infinity of yours,
where, i suppose, is no place for all these troubles, any wars,
but, my sweet liar, i’m so sorry, there is already one -
inside yourself,
and if you can’t do it on your own, i’ll do it for you - and make this war be won.

now open up your pretty bluish eyes - and let them be awake for once,

and let them finally

meet our

brilliant dirty

skies.