8 Billion Loves

8 Billion Loves

8 Billion loves denied
Your creators regret the breath you take
The space you make
The 40 years of required bonds they fake

When all moves, sylables, emotions, choices...all for show

Enough sunset's orbits whisper "let go"

The masterpiece of self so ameteurly built
Lies in the ashes upon embers
Ignited with guilt

Festivities of sugar abused to console
Peeled, devoured, exposing
the raw honey suckled hole
Of a beaten beyond recognition soul

A new sunrise orbit whispers
"find me on a me new horizon"
A new queen bee arrises at dawn
Pollinating
Curating
Hunting for 1 in the 8 billions

Acceptance