the pathophysiology of
you and i
something between
love me so ******* hard i
combust and
caress the sharpest edges of me
gently, softly
sometimes it’s only in the aftermath of lust
that we begin to dismantle people
now we’re in the graveyard of
all things good.
i am like a child
innocent in my adoration and
my cells respire for you
skin yearns
because i am foolish
you were a paroxysm
of breathing in light
fast
i found the atlantis
in your eyes
and then drowned in the
distillation of colour
your lungs were
coated in lies
that i breathed in
like air to survive
so dismantle the self
deconstruct the heart
find the morphology of love
for it was not shaped like
us