I love chaos!
Sometimes a little too much than I ought to!
I love broken things,
Hearts being part of them,
I don’t seek to fully mend, No!
I don’t seek to destroy, I want them broken!
I search for chaos in all that I see,
Meet the eye! Some form of perfection,
In raging waters, heated conversations!
I love them broken.
From holidays in broken lands,
Dry with cracks prudent,
To animals, stout and ugly,
Those with spots! Well scars with stories,
I want them broken.
From field trips, mountains high,
Rocky terrain, a little mud will do,
Bare land, empty and lonely,
Chaotic in its own form.
To his grip, firm to a certain extent,
Anger in his eyes, betrayal in groans
Some destruction he is trying to create!
To his smile, words as well.
Whispers from clenched teeth,
A chaotic mind, mood also.
Soothes between thrusts,
Pleasure and deceit,
All entangled in one,
I love CHAOS!