I guess a certain man will be my go to inspiration throughout this next 24 hours. And as I’m kinda hungover right now, I am going to be using what’s available in my messy mind, haha. Anyway, here is the poem:

Sat beside and let the electric blue wash me in agony,

I let the silence build the room,

I let you build the silence.

I open up in the backpocket of your fragile mind,

Where excess met distress and bones,

and harmony,

We sat with the fury and let brown eyes consume all thought.

I will rot in the disaster, if you pull me closer and faster into what love was, is,

Never was, never is, I still see you painting the universe, in your curse.