you reek of cigarettes
and candle scents and time wasted
of irresponsible decisions made just before midnight
in an apartment empty except for a mattress
closed eyes,
intentions without lies
the way your teeth clashes with mine
in its entirety, divine
your love is heavenly
but darling hell
is the place
for sinners like me
love me from lightyears away
kiss me with a promise with each golden ray
a destitute world regains innocence at your will
i rise with you in mornings you make tranquil
illuminate and put colour to the sky’s horizon
a provision of light puts everything in motion
and in your sinking i find solace
another reminder that this too shall pass
you know what will always be poetic? the rain.
waking up to it. the sound of it. the way it falls down on windowsills.
How children’s faces light up when it comes and how they run barefoot towards it.
Ive always wondered what would it be like to have someone dance with me hand in hand under the rain instead of being stuck in a corner out of fear of our white tennis sneakers getting wet.
Drizzle, moderate rains, snowstorms, the torrential downpour reminds me healing will come. That there will always be life.
That the world will crumble with me and pour but not drown me. The trees will always have something
to drink despite the tendency of the man to be careless. Elephants will always have puddles to play on.
Something so mundane holds so much wonder I can barely catch it with bare hands.
it’s alright if you
keep me up
at night
just be careful
not to break
my heart
you’ll spend sleepless nights thinking of what youre missing out on.
you’ll be aching to touch me again, choking on your drink when the radio plays that song i used to sing and you will always feel hollow whenever you turn to the passenger seat and and find it empty even of my shadow
ive left a void and it will only deepen as you remember the days ive made kinetic, dancing endlessly, lighting up the whole city.
what an exquisite thing it is knowing im your grandest regret. you’ll be wishing youve never met me but then again, i let you have a taste of youth’s poetry. you’ll stop breathing with eyes half opened. the thought of my mouth will be your end.
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