We breathe smiles and similarly we simmer

In summer heat 

play plastic Spotify tunes on repeat 

there’s nothing natural about this love

we hear those songs in sugar, in saccharine smiles all the while telling ourselves it’s love 

we bleed deep, weep, scream in our voices 

in our souls for love

manufactured and distracted by love

to feel love but it’s over engineered 

fanatical sycophants 

who pant and swoon

but this love is more in line with the tomb 

There’s nothing natural about this love

that has to be earned burned in our hearts. 

real love just is it’s more natural than nature 

and it is love

flowing free

not a trap for you and me