Just a Side Effect: A Poem Inspired by The Fault in our Stars
Our fatal fault may be in our stars,
And if I could fathom my thoughts into constellations,
I would have shown you them,
There on that sad little swing,
Or on the night that I made you my own.
I would have shown you,
That if you were a grenade I would catch you.
Take all of the blow myself because nothing else could ever hurt so good.
It would be a pleasure to have my heart broken by the thought that you had taken the time to love me,
Even though your time was running low.
But now it's the other way around,
And I don't want you to see me like this.
Because the metaphors aren't working,
And my bones are breaking down,
But it's okay.
And even though our always was cut short to just a few good days,
It was still our infinity.
And some infinities are bigger than others,
But I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.
But I slipped into oblivion,
And I know you feel like slipping too,
But you have to stay strong.
You have to hold on.
And I know that the marks I left were mostly scars,
But that's just a side effect of the fault in our stars.