i grew to be close friends
with the torment of small talk.
then came a time where i realised
that much like the homes
where we seek warmth,
i am strong enough to
endure earthquakes
and live with the cracks.

back when love was due
i daringly picked my poison:
the one with music in his veins.
the garish opals,
a cluster of a thousand suns
in your eyes are blinding,
but i live to see you.

with craving too grand for my husk,
i will crush my roses against yours.
once again reminding me how
for the bitter taste of pretense,
i fell six feet deep.