My heart is formed only to break when we say our I hate yous Sounding heavenly only because the notes they strike find someplace inside and ignite a dark comedian on fire and I cement the charred remains with clay of worm infested last uncapitalized ghost of mud. Their chaotic patterns an opera of haunting fractures, With realisation of our disgusting love we said our I hate yousĬhime. Just speak of worlds where the missing colors of our fire licked rainbows could be seen cowering under shaky gutters.Įvery hollow space in my body every nook cranny corners uncannily waited for your fitting jagged pieces to be whole of a quarter. You would collapse or die but never cry or sigh. I swim in the motion of mountains breaking, the growing screams assure us of their masculinity, while the pieces fall. The bowl remained empty as sentences adorned themselves with full stops of sorts, whole and full, an air of finality within them. Our life took a bowl made up of faded chewed candies and begged for words sounding similar to nonetheless or but, When filtered light dimmed and trotted it’s way through the patched, thatched clothe, ugly mismatched threads piercing it a thousand times over with dirt infecting the needle wounds, viruses of dooms flowing somewhere not there, just as the halo of crowned defeat descended over our heads by winged lizards, Walking down a corridor of flowing curtains, creamy white color disguising the torturous time. I remember the first time we said our I hate yous.Ī cold November evening dense with charms of misfits past.
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