Modern Romanticism

It’s your understanding
that a colorful shell
from a stranded shoreline
replaces your former,
deserving home
to be in the corner.

You’ve long vowed
to keep  darkness
stretching for miles.
It’s a tumor,
a sickness you love
to endure.

Outside, you’re naked,
while on the inside
you’re buried in curtains
as black as the rain
exiting your eyes.

Like the world,
I can see everything
you’re aiming to undo,
dissolving your flesh
in one step away
from death.

The lie you speak,
while hearing a knock
on your heart’s door
you will effortlessly
choose to ignore.

The truth that waits
like a sunrise that arrives
without an invite,
you’ll burn it out
like a candle,
from a single breath.