the feelings have been buried in the magma chamber of my heart
for two years,
with no release.
a volcano of emotion,
dormant,
and sometimes i questioned whether it was on the verge of extinction.
then you catapulted through the fault lines of my heart
like a convection current,
triggering that long-awaited shift in the tectonic plates.
finally, my volcano exploded.
now there's emotions pouring from my finger tips,
flooding out of me like a pycroclastic flow.
my geography teacher once told me that
volcanoes which have been dormant for a long time
cause the deadliest eruptions,
because they've been building energy for years.
maybe that's what i've been doing,
because now that i finally have the chance to erupt,
there's love rushing out of me like lava,
threatening to bury him and i beneath
the red hot affection i have to give,
daring to choke us on the ash clouds
of my dizzying emotions.
there's too many feelings,
and sometimes i'm worried that i won't escape this eruption
with my heart still in one piece.
but i'd rather collapse under the weight
of my explosive feelings
than remain dormant for another two years.
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الشعر❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
