stars and stardust, we were from the press impelled by the lonelinessΒ Β from the incessant at the bottom of crowds. we ache for our numb bones and false amore on top of the love- folie a deux covers under the shared madness- artist's hands.
attachment is trying desperately- infatuation is "as if" with deadly symptoms- us inseperable. red roses lead to "as if i could" with roses dropped, so memorize and recreate from vases shattered, sculpt us together so life is forever and not just golden hair, my labor for your blue eyes, and as fleeting as your weapons.
cities sunk and yet i, ardent, watch from the depths of countenance. it's all for you, i know that. perceive its aftereffects and we will lead its hangover headache, divergent until you're sprawled over your serenade.
took two previously written poems of mine, ripped them apart and smashed them together. this is the result.