Dusk paints the sky in shades of regret,

Faded roses line a path I can’t forget.

I trace the cracks in my reflection,

A masterpiece of imperfection.

I wore a crown of thorns I couldn’t shed,

Whispered "forever" to a ghost in my bed.

The world called me a storm, unrefined

But hurricanes are just hearts unaligned.

Oh, I’m a failure wrapped in velvet lies,

A shooting star that forgot how to rise.

You loved me broken, loved me scars and all,

But even failures bloom in the dark’s cruel thrall.

We danced in parking lots, neon confessionals,

Your hands held secrets like funeral petals.

Now the jukebox plays our last goodbye,

A symphony of "what ifs" lost to July.

You kissed the ash from my cigarette,

Swore we’d burn brighter—

But fireflies don’t outlive the night,

And angels fall from the weight of the light.

Oh, I’m a failure draped in twilight’s grace,

A fallen queen of this godless place.

You traced my shadows, kissed my jagged parts,

Even failures carve hymns from shattered hearts.

We’re all just saints with shattered halos,

Chasing grace in empty metros.

The moon don’t judge the tides that break—

Sometimes the light’s just the pain we remake.

Oh, I’m a failure, but darling, so are you,

Two fractured souls in a sky without blue.

Let’s rewrite the psalms of our crimson flaws,

For even failures can bleed into laws.

So lay me down where the sirens sigh,

Failure’s my anthem—

And love’s the last lie.