they stitch an earth together with their
shared smiles and abiding adoration,
the guise smothering his retinas melting
to expose his scepticism as he gazes at her.
she knows he is unbelieving of their affinity,
that soon he may neglect to conceal a flaw
and the ground will decay beneath his
timorous feet and she will be gone —
discarding of the sorrysorry soul
who only offered invaluable devotion.
then the hawks will descend; acidic tang
of woeful moondust and unrequited love
lingering heavily on their serrated beaks.
but what he fails to realise is that
she doesn't want to relearn disaster,
and their connection ravages tragedies.
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romanticism of monsters
Poetrycareworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautifu...
