a justification for the broken hearted and wounded souls
i felt much better before it all
my heart was safe.
but with you
we can set our hearts on fire
and though they will eventually turn to ash...
watching them burn will make it worth it.
we will become fragments
of fingertips and motions of lips lost
in trains of irrationality and whirlwinds.
and while these statues of apollos wait with belated breaths
we will sit..
on this fresh cut grass
to graciously gasp each other in.
but one day our bodies will sit
in silence
even though our minds break words
only long enough to take a thought.
words that mean more than words
will never be let out
but much thought overtime
which will ultimately lead to our deterioration.
regardless for this time being
you ease my mind from left hands and achilles heels...
so i am content with the stories
these walls will never get to tell.
your architectural functioning
leaves me lost in equations
and for once..
simplicity feels nice.
my heart stopped beating a while ago
so i must apologize
but my veins still manage to pump enough blood to sustain me...
and keep me on this floor we sit on.
your lips don't compare..
and your feet are too clean...
i think that's what i like best about you.
the world is a place
where hearts are combined but
plagued with an overbearing sense of crumbling dysfunction.
insecurities mask unwanted hurts
and cold shoulders hide forbidden feelings
from once loved collarbones.
I like how
you like the way
i disintegrate.
lets crumble together.
no hearts included.
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