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