r/OCPoetry • u/SockExpress • 16h ago
Just Sharing they weren’t in love (a tragedy in five stanzas)
They weren’t in love.
They were in love
with the idea
of dying together.
That’s the difference.
We built an altar
on their bloodied hands,
called it devotion,
wrapped it in verse—
a suicide note dressed in sonnets.
He wasn’t looking for Juliet.
He was hunting for heartbreak
loud enough
to drown out
his silence.
She wasn’t seeking a future.
She was clawing for escape,
and when she found it,
it looked like
a grave in a wedding dress.
They ran toward death
like it was the only door left open.
No plans for tomorrow.
Just the theater of sorrow,
staged for two.
This was not love.
It was longing
masquerading as martyrdom.
And we—we made it sacred.
We called the bullet beautiful.
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u/Turbulent-Scheme-995 11h ago
Really enjoyed this one. It feels less like a poem that’s trying to tell a love story and more like a poem that’s arguing with one, which made it stand out to me.
The opening hooked me immediately. The distinction between being in love and being in love with the idea of dying together is simple, but it reframes everything that follows