Is anything more misunderstood than love? We carry our torches, keep our crushes secret and even when we finally take the plunge it sometimes ends with strange memories that haunt us like ghosts. Yet even with all the pitfalls love is one of the few fires that can endure.
This forgetful and torrential fire
Downpour almost absolutist
You won't catch me burning names
Nose down believing flames
Going under aliases unrenowned
A subtly woven cloven hoover
Drawers stuffed overfull of wool
Hidden for the greater good
And what a wonderful remembrance
A bowl full of stale memories
Flakes of feelings faked
Hungry nostalgia nostrils caked
Stood
Miss
Why'd you do this?
Why'd you do this?
Make me an offer un-refused
Apathy in all that's left
Be kind not to rewind and instead
Leave me here without regrets
I'm ready to go up to your
Kindly kindling matchbox eyes
A propensity to wonder, lust
Seek soft reminders of my time
Thanks, I'll just wander lost
Stood
Miss
Why'd you do this?
I tell myself this is depression
When maybe it's just greed
Thirsty lips need deep impressions
Inhale this love. Is my confession?
Misunderstood
(Image Credit: Vova Krasilnikov https://www.instagram.com/vovaflame/ )
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