First Love and Its Aftermath

Far away
from what’s normal
far away
from saudade,
far away
from worry.
I have a secret.
I have something
to lure
insanity
a little closer to me.


Have you ever
felt a love’s
aftermath
after meth?


If you rub your eyes
in-between cries,
Things start to seem
so blurry.
You will see phosphenes,
unsettled and afloat.
So pretty.
If you ignore the
dim edges,
semi-consciousness,
dangerous recklessness,
of it;
You will float
on lucid water
where hinges unhinge.
You will see me.

Source

I like the
beauty of irony.
Agony never felt
so,
very
lovely.

But just
how many more
undone pinkies
and unmade beds
must I leave behind
until I fill
this gap
of abandoned
sweet nothing,
until nothing
loses its meaning,
Until nothing becomes
something
else?

2 comments

  1. Reading this, I don't know if I should feel sad or upset for you. But well-written and beautifully conveyed.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'd like to think that "happiness" is a typical social obligation. It's okay for the writer to feel sadness in small doses sometimes, it does not necessarily mean that she's unhappy. Thank you so much! :)

      ~ Liana Azwa

      Instagram | Twitter

      Delete

ORKED MAG aims to stimulate dialogue and debate around social and cultural issues, arts, life and beyond, so we’d love to hear from you. Let us know what you think in the comments or connect with us on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. Cheerio!