Dear Love

Even though it’s been a few hours
since I left your solar kingdom
I’ve already missed you
to be naked as you’re born
Dear Love

every time you came and broke me
you only laid down contradictions

Yearning for your banshee smile
is like a ripped parachute,
open-ended, falling sharply
Hang on while the whirlpool of life
expose all weaknesses
you sweep under the rug
suppose your practising
how to be a bomb
for the right one
but I am not well defined….

Sometimes all will be lost
there will be no remorse
sometimes the pain shreds your soul
rip the cage of the masks you adore,
the narrator inside just stops
and your spotlight goes off
let the child grow old
let your death be your home
the narrator just don’t know
where the next line comes from…

— 9