Sic Transit Gloria

Okay so I’ve had snapchat for a day and I’m probably gonna go to hell or prison or both… I’ve been sending random shit to someone I thought was my mate but turns out it was actually another random Tom, the latest was a box of kleenex man-sized tissues with the text “Nice profile pic ;)” and omfg DOES ANYBODY KNOW A GOOD LAWYER!?!?!

I never knew you kept a half-open copy of Wuthering Heights,

On a desk beside your bed, underneath those fairy lights.

I never knew you wrote me letters, emotions waltzing on a page,

Formed by words unspoken which you kept locked inside a cage.

I never knew you owned a copy of Brand New’s Deja Entendu,

Which you listened to repeatedly whilst I walked away from you.

I never knew you had it planned down to the final word,

To be spoken by your graveside on the day you were interred.

I never knew the truth behind the summer smiles and masquerade,

Which you plastered over cracks as your mind began to fade.

I never knew that you were losing your own internal war,

As I said goodnight that final time and gently closed the door.

Now it haunts me in the midnight, as it must have haunted you

A melancholy lullaby… I never knew, I never knew.