aware of power
to burn
just to taste the nectar
and crumble foolishly.
All the manuals of
love
burn
evidently.
yearn
make screams
into dreams
fancy you as a savior
while in between
scissors
that cut til you bleed.
Drowning in tears
sipping on tea
made just for special occasions
while catching a glimpse
in the mirror of
used to be.
Love has a power
a master of believe
blind follow endlessly
into the depths of hell
just to taste the nectar
and crumble foolishly.
All the manuals of
love
burn
evidently.
