poetic heartbreak.
we are a result of a drop of gasoline and a wild forest, slowly burning down the woods and until the fire reaches the last leaf, i whisper to myself this:
i tell myself that i am dust.
withered into the soil you walked on.
i am ash:
kicked into the drying water by your mighty pride.
i am dirt:
tossed around and trashed by your ungraceful hands.
i am hopeless:
screaming your name, gasping for breath at the end of the lake and yet somehow singing the melody of our poetic heartbreak.
-naurin abubaker