chiquita ♡

cusp of an oblique ardor; to be sealed in a feats of gusto as no one can contain me, my love.

Question me with peculiar theme, converse me in a way you'd gently hold a fragile broken tears and deliver me to redemption of your hollowed void where space I cannot sham.

You will never love the mundane me. Leave me, as I stand, a mellow, eccentric Chiron. Love me for all that I am, and I will pester your dear life through all your billion lifetimes.

I was neither deranged, feral, nor unhinged—just having an existential crisis.