Beautiful Disaster

Half past five in the morning,

She wore her magnificent blue dress again

She spent hours meticulously concealing 

Every inch of her darkness.

∞

At the crack of dawn

Her sparkling blue gaze shook the world

She is an object of envy

She is an angel in disguise.

∞

Nevertheless, her mind is like mine

Chaos—exerting all its built-in pressure 

Bursting at the seams with thunder and lightning 

For the inevitable is on the way.

“The face is the index of the mind”

Grey dominated blue in split-seconds

When the cloudy vapors 

Lured her darling muse—yet there was 

Stillness in the midst of mayhem

As her storm eventually subsided;

Traumatized by this repeated pattern, 

She manifested a sliver of hope

To detach from the roots of her deeper wounds.

∞

On the verge of terminating this toxic cycle,

She glanced at me and found a resemblance 

The sky and I are kindred souls,

Forever bound by the walls of conformity

Trying to break through it all,

D E S P E R A T E L Y

~ 𝑨𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒊𝒆𝒆