⚓ Captain ⚓

A small bird, documented in a paragraph: they were the days. Believe in a future and believe in London. I have walked with you before, and seen that your face only reappears when we are burned. Like a forest of charcoal, I draw you in black and white. Please know the decency inside of a frail duplicate; you are who you want to be. The moments I could mutter and copy a mirrors pause or silver screens. Your intent on a lost cause is inspirational. That darling face, the face of a future that only three or four can recognise. You are my invincible tie to evermore, worthy of a page in the simple autobiography of brilliance, fragile like none other. Another broken heart, another week will pass until I know you again, like the last time, we only touch base on the third. I found this side of silhouettes, unmasking a masquerade whilst we laughed and gasped at the ventriloquist’s beak, you intensified in thoughts whilst nothing more could repose. Hiding in shadows, there is nothing more. I found my reason to sigh defeat inside of golden chambers. Holding your hand that last time we fell into the walls like fading ghosts in light tunnels, outdated. Stand, as you need in wind-blocked coats against that sandy fall which echoes your name through winter’s treason. That moment of sin in flesh was surprise, and darling I felt the pulse between your legs; you were indignant like the chaotic report of the defenseless cowards who strive for a dozen roses at least in fight. Age has cursed you like whatever whores you idolized. Find nothing more inside such letters that could let you free in honest breaths. I see you in the sunshine as it breaks the freeze between my hands. I feel you in the summer whilst light electrifies through proud trees that rest smug, guarding the doors to the earth we shall both see someday. I’d rather die than see you so proud of no-achievement. Bragging about your nothing, which you stole from my open hands. I’ve given that world I promised. Ill become infallible when your heart stops vindications against love; should that ember of worth need sacrifice? You found me in the crowded room, seeking nothing more. I felt love, unbearable love. I felt love and it was torturous, breaking at the knees, feeling simple-state whilst teeth tether against my bones; teeth I’ve barley met. You spoke words of collection into the pounding molecules of a defined face; breaking the broken to ensure you fit. I could draw memories of love and lust from either side of boats, drawn from bow to stern and etched in charcoal. Why do you persist on lies? Happiness is a face we show when our chips are down and were falling out. This right now is a minute between the hour that lasts: This in-glorified montage of life and death. We’re eachothers bones pressed against eachothers skin; its simpleminded for you to think there’s anything less than a cruel world I’ve created inside the cabinet where you’ve hidden your dreams. An old friend, taught through this battled story of time and loathing. I’d only leave for you.