her world

in the sanctity of meticulously dreams,

meant to fracture the loneliness, nicely

triggered by some beloved memories,

you're labeled as the addict i play with.

on the pavement of whispers, absently,

your team of longing takes a little walk

and whistles in my pulsation's rhythms,

just as once, when we staged our ritual.

i'm a she or her world as a love's tenant

lured in a sly game, bizarrely transparent

in a situationship without situationship

inspired by an effect without final effect.

scratches' traces mapped by my scars,

percolated your charm to others' charm

as i exposed you as a fabricated oddity

using algorithms that cheat algorithms.

my innate style is an aberrant architect,

nonchalantly negotiating any limitation,

just to pacify your mind, for isn't a gaffe

if you feel explicit thrill due to my mood.