Unphotographable occurrences, significant utterances and attitude.
Offensive sighs, shifting of blame, middle fingers in action.
I am confused; what was meant to be is in pieces.
Just yesterday, sweetheart was an address.
Today, derogative titles are mine, yet I still hold close love.
Once upon a time, my heart knew only your bounds.
Of late, your hand clenches a scalpel.
The lips that once embraced mine speak ill of love.
Your eyes, at arm’s length, hoot undesirable fruits.
Incurable indifferences surface amid company.
Emotions have grown heavy; this has become us.
Your dream sees my end as I gather your soul from the bin.
Today, I see an animal; it approaches and it wails.
Just yesterday, you clogged lapdogs growling my way.
Of late, I dance on my own while you emulate a tired Gucci watch.
Happy read!
