What do you call a love buried under rubble?
Disaster, they called it
Frozen black seed in the soil
It's still there somewhere but is it
alive?
Or has it been too long since you looked at her and felt like home?
It feels like the WiFi connection is weak
You're trying to figure things out but you've been arguing all week
This is your heart-
Desperate for the blanket warmth of love
despite being at war against yourself and the world
Arms reaching out for each other
But ending up flailing in the empty void
Where understanding is devoid
Keep bumping into walls
Instead of each other
The walls are see through
So feel free to scream at each other
It doesn't matter
Can't you see that you still can't get through?
It's never been the walls that kept you apart but the air bubble you were in, because you never listened to the other person and all of it was just white noise, ricocheting off walls, another cycle repeating itself again.
