Love story (bar fight) 

This was not how it was supposed to end

on a dirty side street, after a bar fight, bloodied knuckles and breath smelling like stale beer  

The evening was far more beautiful than the situation warranted - moonlight dancing 

with the gloom from a half-moon, illuminating the mess we had created on this alleyway 

This was not the first time I thought he was too stupid to live, but even for him, this was a new low 

Prone to self-loathing, scarred from trauma that never happened, it seemed like he cursed himself 

to a life destined to end on this alleyway tonight 

In most cases, status quo and the imagined worst case scenario are the same thing 

but he had outdone himself, conjuring up a scenario worse than my tame imagination and darkest nightmares could come up with combined 

He was the worst kind of fool, 

a desperate romantic, 

a rebel without a point, 

only an unyielding need to get out, get out, get out 

never really defining what that meant 

He embodied the tragedy of the human condition,

but he was beautiful and wanted to dance with me 

and who am I to turn down a beautiful boy with wild green eyes and a warm body 

The colour green feels like life, and he was always blue 

not like the vast ocean with beautiful secrets and colorful life, but like the deepest trenches filled with God knows what 

Maybe it was better that I never knew all of it, 

maybe it was for the best that I never understood 

He stood in the dark alleyway, 

eyes dancing with maniacal glee, unshed tears and a deeply rooted sadness, and I only felt fear 

the fear made me feel alive 

maybe fear is not the worst thing in the world 

This was not how it was supposed to end, but I kept holding his hand. 

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