𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 #2

"You love me?"
- "of course I love you lol. We are always together as the heck can I not love you ??!"
- "but with your heart?"
- "..."

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹
"but with your heart" ... "but with your heart" .. "but with your heart"
They fly like butterflies in this immense field of irises.
Cakes but not the scent, moments but not the people, eyes..but not the views;
I run, I run, I run ..
I run until I am too heavy to be supported by the earth ... but so light to be moved by the wind,
I run until a rotten heart decides to clean itself.
𓆉︎𓆉︎𓆉︎
"I love with my heart" "I don't love with my heart" ..
the petals fall thoughtlessly into the water,
hoping they sink into a more colorful place than one where,
businessmen in a black and yellow striped tie suck your soul and life into your shining eyes.

♡ ︎ ♡ ︎ ♡ ︎ ♡ ︎ ♡ ︎
some hearts are made like this ..
scientifically they could never be so perfectly healthy,
but vitally they are already dead since their birth ...

༄ ༄
every day I kneel,
throwing up black ashes ..

and when I touch them they become wet ..
⌫⌫
a pure blood that can only belong to a heart guarded between solid living walls ..

❥︎❥︎
my hands get dirty ... they drip,
everywhere ---- I try to hide them with the pieces of sky that i shattered to pieces ..
as if there was someone watching me, and following my every move ..
❁❁

but here ... behind me there is only my shadow,
as it always has been.

I crouch on the withered ground.
I rest my head on my wrist ..
"tum tum tum"
❦︎❦︎
the sound of a heart,
who worked all day ..
but at the time of sleep,
under the pillow he found only regrets ..

𓂀𓂀
the sound of a heart that wants to reborn, but all 
the hospitals are over there on ..
a small island and there are no stairs.
༆ ༆
but so we'll stay here ... we'll breathe,
the same thoughts,
until we merge into one.
ت︎
scientifically we will be dead,
but vitally .. we will throb with the same illusion of happiness of an innate heart ..
unconscious of the word "not"