(Source: un-graceful, via n-ai-v-e)
Reverse Engineering by Beau Sia
we may end tomorrow,
like paris’ youth.
but i want to believe
you’re forever
like affordable drinking water.
i’d ask you to live in the now
with me,
but both of us are tired
of that marketing scam,
and i just want to hold
the parts of you
that can’t be sold.
let’s share our tragedies
so we don’t become textbooks
filled with omissions,
let’s give our faults a chance,
knowing
they don’t have to be validated
by oprah
to be beautiful.
we’ve been taught so many saviors
maybe it’s time to save us
from chasing
the playlists of others.
the soundtrack of love is not
a fixed point in the sky.
our wishes should only reflect
the people we wake up as,
and not
the people
the world sees us as.
so here’s my lack of eloquence,
and here’s my shotty imagery,
and here’s my lack of regard for
form
in the face of feelings
i’ll label love,
because i don’t respect
any authority
that would try to quantify
the ache
you inspire me with.
let’s learn each others’
past in an attempt
to reverse engineer love.
before we learned to
not get burned by the stove.
before we saw
institutions crumble all around us
in the name of.
before we felt loss
that would cripple weaker men.
before we came into
all the words spoken
by other people
about
how we should feel
about these hearts
we’ve
been given.
when the explanation
didn’t exist,
and in the moment
before terrors were imposed on us,
we will love.
no punchline.
no fancy statements.
no perfect structures.
we will love.
