Still in loved

Still in loved

The beat period lengthens, these oscillations burn smarter. “Sometimes, they don’t last the night” an admirer and narrator spat in envy.

4am reality (spell) checker, cheque Yesterday luxurious heaven, day before, Pain. Today, distant, distain.

Words to reassure, run rampant in ear canals, can’t. Undermined by action. Loud hailing losses. Cells low. I amplify weakly.

Truncated until macro, but I still magnified. In enquiry’s ambiguity, oozed a rhetorical reply, unheard/read.

Echoes in the silence as communication, Falters, stumbles, smiles at nothing, eyes to skies, then dies.

Despite warning. To spite promises bent back pink, like the ear of my naughty childhood retribution elocution.

As we played, you whispered “I tell the truth and I lie”, a disclosure with asteroid scale gravity, it attracts further, connection inspection.

My spleen ruptured, an antibiotic to that lure of your belated magic, Yet your fingertips lingering, millimetres, Maybe miles.

Listless in the fog we found. I saw you, but weather can deceive too. Colder still. Your breath approaches zero.

Contrast dye and contradiction, littered the path, polka dotted like a pavement of dog excrement, the unrelenting, is.

I woke up with survival instinct reinvigorated. Sniggering singular, tearful. Still in-loved.