like flowers and glass
is it us or is it love?
love has to be kept alive,
like flowers – watered & catered for
or it slowly withers and dies
the fire between us is going down
down down down to the depths of
the unknown hatred where we
don’t know the right words to say
for whatever we speak breaks us
further… for we are already torn
broken like splintered glass, we lay there
afraid to walk on it, obviously.
our hands, fragile, pick it all up
only to thrash them more forcefully
so we let it be, but not let it go
//Featured Image is from here.
//Listening to Mystery of Love from Call Me By Your Name rn.