Sun

i am waiting for 

the Sun, sitting at

the bar, the beer

is coloured darker,

i am recalling you

now, "just fix the way

you show your rage,

i'll love you harder!" 

i am trying to swallow

this clash, to swallow

this glass and ash, 

i am talking in my head,

"rage is the price of 

feeling and loving

you far too much!"

i am tracing the 

patterns of your 

freckles and jawline 

against my face, 

"sir one more pour 

please, he thinks i 

am due for a rampage!"

i am waiting for 

the Sun, sitting at 

the bar, neon-buzzed 

humming in my teeth,

i am convincing my heart,

"my anger is a weapon

that turned into a martyr,

darling, i will greet 

the Sun unbroken,

even if you promise

to love me any harder!"

- chetna 🌻