love overcome love?
I keep asking
every morning, deciphering
dismissing them as ghosts.
And then you pop up
suddenly from the cyber-haze.
“May be today”, I hope
You are oblivious, I had been warned
and yet you stir so much
“Perhaps she knows,” I say
I open my book of fallacies,
try seeking refuge in truth tables,
I deny metaphysicality,
I stay away from moral in this season of love
as if it’s a cadaver Soon everything blurs, A sickness takes over me I talk to empty space asserting, positing: "Your absence is your presence".
i need a night to stay awake
i need colours to get lost in an illusion
i need a polarized world to formulate an answer
that is what is expected out of me,
to represent a dichotomy
that finally establishes a tomb
and an altar of life
that wants me dead.