Live. And Let Live.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                          

I'm wrapped in an unending thread

of toxic conversations and self depreciation

going high and tripping in on ultra violet

why is love so different under blue light

when what you love is not the same as rust

oxidizing into metals and hearts treacherously

when the skips of heart beats

seem more violent than thunder

and when spring feels more like a gloomy autumn afternoon

than cherry blossoms painted over the dusky sky

and if love was supposed to be warm

why do summers feel lonely like a empty pan

left to burn on an eternal flame of solitude

for everytime i quit, or take the path that Frost would choose

if it wasn't for his romantic sense of poetry

the world tasted bitter, and i fell into a fire

of misjudgments and preconceived destinies

that everybody wishes for the neighbour next door

but would think twice if it was theirs to spill.

I can't even write anymore, let alone dream

I can't find the atoms, the cells or the tiny quantum

of endless energy that I thought I had saved up

while giving up on dreams, leaving my world

to those who said would be better if I'd left my wishes

under my bed with those monsters that followed me

in my head to every place I went to

even if the lights went out, I could never shine

and sunlight was something I'd despise

for like Plath, I'd rather expose my soul to myself

under moonlight or a candle's dying flame

for the sun is far too cruel to be an honest ally

and i don't even know what I want from life

when all I had was something as superficial

as the cloud of silver linings, hurled away

by the emerging rainbows and their fading reality.

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