at home in our own anarchy

we broke walls

down through the

intertwining of our fingers and

held a rebellion at the

feet of our own

thrones and when our

lips touch it is all



revolution and

a lover’s war


my song to you

you are the revolution every time you open your eyes, the 

world is your suffocation, your liberation, placing its weight on your mouth and unchaining your arms, this

is the violence of insincere tranquility, of silence that remains because the voices have stopped trying, this

is the reason your eyes change colour in the sunlight like they’re remembering the reasons for their fire, you

are the frenzy of broken choices that have caved in on your ground, you

are the revolution so open your eyes.