euphoria weaves itself into my dysphoria and i feel an empathetic sun breathe warmth into my pathetic seas and harsh winds of sorrow.
i've been a hurricane for too long. although thousands of bridges i was forbidden to cross but hidden thoughts of happiness, love wrapped in white linen and faux, crushed and crumbled beneath my feet as shackles of rusted gold break even and diminish with the rest of the land.
i was left in a desert of dirt sewn in fear of the future and provisional isolation as the lovely words you spoke dripped like melting candy, sticking and settling into my skin. hardening into the hairs on my arm that couldn't bare the thought of standing in the middle of the wicked nights as the loss of your love for me wanted to become inanimate.
