shit

six years ago, 

i was a fucking infected 

insane , just in the loop,

three years ago,

i never thought you had

wiped him from my poisoned 

paradise, just by love,

in this moment,

i am writing one hundred 

seventy seventh poem

on your torch and torture

just in suffering,

wait, i need some air,

fuck my pulses,

you need some pills,

wake up from your sleep,

later in the moment 

you stop thinking about me,

i would be gifting this

love to the bird with broken

wings, just in outrage,

three years from now ,

i would be screwing up this

silk and steams, just in shame,

six years from now ,

i would be cursing us for

ruining this expensive shit,

just in the sabotaged state,

wait, i need some weed,

fuck my tongue,

you need some tsunamis,

wake up from your sleep,

back to the baseline,

my heart was a liar,

you were a liar too,

i didn't choose this time.

- chetna 🌻