drawn to you

We are mere acts with a gaze of words, fleeting below like the tail of feathers. Perhaps tyrannised by the sting of time .

rusted poets lingers around july and feast you with their profound grief, a one of solitude but resemblance and company.

you kissed my soul instead of lips. you took me into cosmos instead of silence. you held my misery instead of my waist. you untangled the strain instead of my hair. you healed my blemishes instead of hands. you smelled solace instead of neck. you breathed your smell instead of me. you searched home instead of me.

in the next lifetime like wtholyhell lifetime I WANT YOU IN THIS TILL THE END TILL AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL I DIE IN YOUR ARMS AND THATS IT YES THATS IT I WANT

the ache of your absence is shallowing me, as the poison inhaled is stinging the flesh which was halfway, howling your name, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, through the ribs despite of collapses flowing in the fluid which is going to turn the ocean maroon, until it reach the land beneath, the water no longer is but our love embodied in liquid land, paving the ripples to mimic your breath, and I loose serenity as I stood midst collision of dust and veil, all ever mattered to her is to drown and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 for the 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘺.

what if the weight I carry in cranium is thousands ahead the weight at your feet, I m flying high you're far below me, I touch the heaven you touch my feet

moment of inertia is up in my head, I upset gravity. the land never been me and I m flying above heaven with pressure gradient changes with me.

my head hurts like thousand hammers and nails find their way to dig till the nails rot inside my bones, turn the skin into ashes of rust when each of cells in me is screaming we are the defenders and lord knows how I m still walking my future with that cryptic streak of I would make it even after death and yea THATS the spirit of this lady so better run y'all

I want to drown in depths of ocean till I run out of almost life until I match the ecstasy I holded onto.

metaphorically, we are multiverse of each other.

no wonder I m insane

by the end of december, almost me will be left

her head is neglecting overflow yet she smoothly fallin over for countless steps to get him one last corner in the depths of her worn out neurons.