i saw the pandemonium, pretty boy, i understand. i hope youre holding up better. i love the poems you've been writing on ur feed! here's a measly metaphor in response to your april's jests.

solace from april's jests, u say, but i'd gladly submit to the whims of ur sea if it meant adorning ur face with bliss. let my fleet fall into the abyss if it meant being enveloped in ur laughter. a single glance from u and i’d willingly submerge into ur depths. maybe-just maybe-i relish nothing more than to sink to the ocean floor, where darkness and light dance and my mouth whispers sweet nothings upon ur seabed.

-🫧 🗡 ☄️