i slip our love under the carpet every single day, so that supposing you leave, it'll stay.
remind me again why parrots and chocolate don't go together? colourful hubris and gladdening flattery. cocoa recklessness and melt in your mouth admiration.
we try to talk, but i lack a mouth and you lack ears. so, i get you a perfume with endearment engraved on it. smells like honeycomb and roses gifted to a goddess with a crooked diadem on a rainy afternoon.
odd. all we ever do is play catch up near a river and try to cup glitter glue to fuse ourselves together with tender hands. join your fragmented half with mine. piety cranes its neck up, and stares. rusting necklaces and browning sugar. bottled cyanide labelled as affection. why is it so sweet?
rebirth as a recurring theme. acid snaking down throats, warmth in the crevice below my collarbones. we worble on the margins of exultation, prayer redefined in your irises.
deformed hearts, unuttered words unforge the light in between brushes of cerise lips. saran wrap packaging around unopened rings, petals stripped away from stems.
a paralysation of sentiment, glorification of god. when i look at you, all i see is god.
volcanoes weep at the sight of us, in misery or vexation, i'm not sure.
confusion, beauty and disposition. we often forget the universe had to be destroyed for the earth to be made.
