I enjoyed our love much better when I saw it on TV,
With pre-written sentiments and romance
Measured in electric scenes.
I wish it was harder to move onto the next faked paradise.
But the promised lands keep rising
So I refuse to compromise.
I wish I was sorry, I wish you could hire all the best critics.
They would promise you that it’s fine
To never share the writing credits.
What you offered in shine, you held back in desired solace.
I bet nowadays you laugh at those who ask
What it means to be honest.
Maybe some great stories are not supposed be this loud,
And it’s better we ruptured quickly
Between the lips of a crowd.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 