Jeune 20s, Strange cities

TOXIC TWENTIES

Puzzle pieces of 20,
the black paint spilled over the floor.

beyond recognition.

I don't swim often, but when I do;
I dive, drown and let myself be swept away by the tides.

The mechanics of my heart,
Jammed by too much inhalation of broken expectations.

The world doesn't love me,
The world doesn't love us.

All the love that ever flowed towards us,
were from the couple who picked us up when we saw the first light

we can't live without the city lights but
The city can live without us. . . .
It moves on,
While some twenties oversleep in their graves.

The world never loved us.
if it did, there would be no trash cans.
no burnable, recyclable or non-burnable trashes.

20 pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
20 fragments of broken dreams.
all swept under the rug.

I used to be kind once,

trying to love a world that never reciprocated the feelings.

But kindness too came in fragile boxes,
thrown out once its use was done.

20 bottles of the unknown.

the gears and wheels of our hearts,
stop turning.

Now,
We are simply drowning in strange alien places.