A terrible, nonsensical poetry and others - 6. Chapter 6: Love

There is beauty in first love,

Maybe with the fact that it will end.

Tell me,

Have you ever experienced, or see something so raw and primal?

The entire body shuddered

Heaving,

Chocked with tears and grieve.

Throat pained with a thousand burning stars

A thousand unsaid things and unspoken emotions

Grieve clogged your throat.

So everyday I remind myself.

There is beauty in my broken love, untaught, untamed and its hunger.

It was untaught,

As my family never love me.

Untamed,

Laughter echos

"Who has taught me love?"

Like pieces of broken pottery,

Molded back by gold, I,

Taught myself love.

I am gentle with myself.

There is always a lesson to write in our hearts,

With burning pen so it seared our soul.

It was feral, hunger and a little broken.

Maybe that is why the gods envy us,

Broken, weak....human.

Because that it could end and we have no choice,

But to burn bright,

To love and to live with no regrets.

Us,

So a speck of dust in the desert of sahara

Could leave a mark in our fleeting lifetime,

That will ripple across time.

All of these feelings,

All of these grieve,

Its the only last act of love that's left,

That I could give to you.

Is what I wish I could say.

But I realized I will still love you.