I’ve learned to roam in chaos
To feel at home with havoc
to walk on broken slates like floorboards and hope they never get destroyed
And when they do, i play with the woods chips, but cry at splintered fingers
I ruin everything i touch
Either it’s broken or it’s lost
A broken slate makes for a broken heart and a crippled cranium

Don’t mistake this broken slate for simply subconscious pen snaps, fractals of glass smashed, or head bashed on table, overlapped laundry bag tagged with laziness, lack of motivation,  loss of patience, my will cracked cause it’s always the inanimate you get to buy back, but what happens to the lovers that never get to last
A lasting lover makes for wide eyes and a heart to call home
But remember home is chaos
So i’ll just break my own heart before they ever get the chance