Drugstore Perfume [Poetry]

gaslit match globe

gaslit match globe

july7twenty20

soon the world is ours, my love. speckled with holy cries above, full of hope and burned by anger. the situation still gets graver.

dirty keyboards and bloody noses, of course we never chose this. microwaveable meals and unverified prose, those up all night, the lacking, lacking...

of course, when asked, it's all the same. but there are some times when fine is not a lie.

hidden love, buried deep in distraction. may this serve as a reminder to commit to pushing up, to getting through. sometimes it is easier. sometimes it is easier because it is nothing.

or maybe my brain is so fed up with pain that it short-circuited the entire process. I wouldn't blame it. it's been a long year and we're barely halfway through it.

and what comes of plans made yesterday, of promises to go and stay and leave and stay.. wouldn't it be easier to let them go? (not like that, while it sounds like that, no, not like that)

what a nice time to lose oneself. what a horrible world, my love.