my heart is in a mare's nest now,
waltzing in a cauldron of gunfires
and flashy, chaotic rumbles
at night, my mind is an ancient ruin
burning for the bruises
and the sheer absence of quietude.
everything is a mere cacophony.
and my world longs for composure
and there you are,
dressed in bright cosmos and lavender petals
in the midst of my breaking and withering.
my heart longs for you.
it is falling into a dystopia,
but its heartbeats recognize your symphonies
because I love you like this
I love you in the midst of chaos
and in all the unruly ways
my poetry has turned visceral.
I love you amidst shadows shattering
bones and structures
and corporeal memories
in a city sinking into the depths
of sorrows and full mayhems
this illicit intimacy —
so tender through shambles and compulsions,
thriving with all the wreckage
I love you like this, honey —
in havoc and total anarchy.
the kind of liberty my soul
has grown used to live with.
lawless. hostile. grievous.
in a regal state of collapse
I love you like this, honey
and this love remains all unknown
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 12:51 PM UTC
my heart is in a mare's nest now,
waltzing in a cauldron of gunfires
and flashy, chaotic rumbles
at night, my mind is an ancient ruin
burning for the bruises
and the sheer absence of quietude.
everything is a mere cacophony.
and my world longs for composure
and there you are,
dressed in bright cosmos and lavender petals
in the midst of my breaking and withering.
my heart longs for you.
it is falling into a dystopia,
but its heartbeats recognize your symphonies
because I love you like this
I love you in the midst of chaos
and in all the unruly ways
my poetry has turned visceral.
I love you amidst shadows shattering
bones and structures
and corporeal memories
in a city sinking into the depths
of sorrows and full mayhems
this illicit intimacy —
so tender through shambles and compulsions,
thriving with all the wreckage
I love you like this, honey —
in havoc and total anarchy.
the kind of liberty my soul
has grown used to live with.
lawless. hostile. grievous.
in a regal state of collapse
I love you like this, honey
and this love remains all unknown
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