cleaverchris

Sometimes on my daily drive to school
I would imagine what places I would find
if I just kept driving, driving, driving.
Would there be a serene country covered
in rolling, green hills, slightly stylized
like the ones you see in paintings?
Would the sky always be a pleasant blue,
openly accepting my clouds of worry?
I think I’d plant myself on a [...]

Lately, you’ve been breaking so beautifully:

with your shattered-soul starlets
illuminating my lonely,
aphotic nights;
with your vivid splashes of red
adding magnificence to my
achromatic days;
with your sweet-burning dreams
radiating warmth to my
apathetic heart;
with your melodious, agonized cries
infusing life into my so
anemic self.

(I love to see you die.)