Desonance
I hear a dark becoming of the light I saw theorizing on the shore
You tore me apart for a couple of photos on the poll
Shining bright like a beacon of likes and tweets and privacy
But we both know the sound of love doesn't hit as well as the candid take on a harmony words
I hear the pretty snow as it sank to my ribcage
Love is not about my dad
Or my mother
It's about the love I did not receive from giants in puddles of water
Maybe im a slug
A cabbage butterfly
On the lightened beam of hate
Shining on my iris
As a chemical was plunged into it
No more hits from a bad climb
