Horchata & the Moonbeams

You and I are tragedy; a drama

I simply don’t believe

you give me everything, and

that the fantasy of “us” can be

for deep, deep down, I see

I am but insanity: a prologue to your saga

I’m not quite certain how I could have thought

it is I who writes this story - weaves this plot;

amid horchata & the moonbeams now

I’ll wait for you: inhaling rhapsody and spiked caffeine

I think

you give me zero-effort: nada - that all our memories burst (just like piñatas) at their seams

there is war that rages on between us: an armada, and

there’s no way on Earth I’d ever deem

a text from you will surface soon upon my screen

though be it may what it will be - this truth is what I know:

I’ve always craved a healthy bit of peace and grit, bespoke

yes - our “enemies to lovers” scene was quite the Hennessy of tropes

perhaps the reason lust & loathe walk such a lean, fine rope?

oh, to play and be demeaned in all the fire, and steam, and smoke of us

amid horchata and the moonbeams now

(it floats)

like panna cotta sugar-coating lepidote, dry throats

a flare of tension lingers deeply in our humble hopes and beings

truly said, I do still make believe

I am your Juliet and you’re my Romeo: my sweet, devoted king

oh, but duly set within this world of blue and green

I could never be the luster, the detail to your moonbeams

you give me nada - not a thing - and

only in another lifetime, beyond an airy veil - unseen - is where

we are a fairy tale: a romance novel dream

(Now read it from the bottom to the top)

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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