They speak lines in chalk and blackboard,
scolded for not following the stars, but
contrarian eyes long for lonely basement grime,
while being stuffed with plastic normalcy;
They search for a savior, an empty ivory tower
of coughed smog and candied pipe breath.
under a dawn ocean,
we drew coastlines along maps of nowhere,
slept on the floors of skies
we didn't know the name for.
Their love is chain links, decayed by daylight,
by a sun where only anti-rarity shines.
So slender bruises lace through skeletal smoke,
and wish for life to last just sixty years.
we're holding tightly onto saturn,
a blooming diamond, dust ring
of the life we
don't love
an observation of two people living in an unforgiving world and in love
The italicized sections are not my own, but were written by an old friend.