all the things that love likes
Tell me about your hands,
faded scars that look like stars,
from haunting, distant lands,
with broken getaway cars.
You whisper as tears flow,
about haunted dreams and bursting seams
with nowhere left to go,
but back to your decaying regimes.
Even amid your silence,
are tolling bells and muted yells,
a heart that screams of violence
locked inside cast-iron cells.
so I fell in love with you,
your lightning strikes and daunting spikes,
and I know it must be true;
we abandon all the fancy things Love likes.
But holy hell what you admit,
Under the guise of velvet skies.
hopeless tries and sapphire eyes.
god, I’ve never met a storm quite like you.