at the dead of night
when the moon was in its peak,
and i irreconcilable,
phantoms of you
haunt a shadow of me
in the shadow of the ever present moon.
another in the peanut gallery
who never confessed
any of o̶u̶r̶ their shameful sins.
truths left unspoken and only falsities
have the biggest mouths
and the most to say
you say you'll love me
till your blood goes dry
and i can't recall the day
i began to see the cracks
i cant seem to recall much,
but when you're in love it's okay
they fill your skin like the desert
and it begins to make sense
why your touch burns
love never felt so hot
i couldn't water them quick
enough and the skin split
and all that was left was hot,
hot sand
quicksand
pulling me in and in again
and all i can see is the shadow of an ever moon
i can't remember why i was outside anyways
and only nature
sees our romantic whirlwind
a cyclone of affection
that took down the home
around my heart until i was a victim
of more than just your love
i'll be alright,
it's good that you make me open up
that's what love is all about
and at dawn when the moon leaves
with the remnants of my mind
a gentle goodbye waltzes
into the home you made in my mind-
my heart was not enough
there's desperation
in my smile and the glow of the stars
highlight it with a glimmer
there's no need to leave, there's no need to say farewell to our occupied oasis
i am in love, and it is so lovely
i am in love and it is memorable
i am in love
i am.
YOU ARE READING
fascinatingly fatal
Şiiri will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
