we listened to sad love songs

wrote miles of forbidden romances

prayed to have our heart broken by you-know-who

because we were told to think

tragedy is beautiful

then it happened

and you romanticized 

bullets flying through the air

slit wrists

losing your mind

raw throats

piles of laundry

life willingly spent in a prison of aluminum foil

for the ones you loved

but i learned that tragedy?

tragedy sucks ass

and the people who tell you otherwise can go fuck a chainsaw.