something about love

soon only the hours

left stuck in a daze

everything that is ours

the regular kind

we are just as trapped

as six years behind

irony

dramatic this time

everyone but us

sees with eyes divine

irony

of the cosmic sort

we survived on love

that fate will now thwart

irony

of the verbal form

reluctant well wishes

to faces forlorn

now our audience

will prophesise

how we are led

to our own demise

and our story

written in the stars

will end in tragedy

like stars in a silver sky

you are my melancholy moon

no, there isn’t.

we see beauty through pain like light scatters through shattered glass - glittering, shimmering. colours abundant, shrouding the mess in a halo.

i try to cut away into my centre

thinking ill find something

but all i ever bleed is saltwater

and there is

nothing

inside to find

these shards of broken glass

i swallowed

dont leave a mark

caught in the moment

stuck in an in-between

not quite here

your laugh lights up my life