'Friends forever', but I haven't yet joined you truly. Thank you for forgiving that ugly confession, because anything more would be wishful thinking. I love you all, bunch of messy oceans beneath lakes.

Box of chocolates
Each with their distinct flavor
Pistachio, chili, blueberry, strawberry, mousse, mango.
Manufactured in different continents
Packaged into unique little cases
Friction
Heat

They melt.

Glob of mess
Unintended mixing

They freeze.

Now connected,
Spider webs have formed
Spiders have never inhibited this place,
But salt has paved the way to a torch
A torch that invites the dark
Spiders are welcomed

For it'd be a reason to stay together.

Some of them sprout wings.

The flavor had taken time to develop itself

A deep burgundy gurgle of wine and grapes
A mango filling that turned sour, then sweet
A mousse that melted and became velvety

Separation will only occur if you leave pieces behind.

Will it last?

My darlings, my loves

Will we last?

I'm the cover, distant and wanting
Impure intentions that shroud your light
Never one with the box

You've reached out

I've redrawn

You have so much beauty within its hard to be detached

But now it's the end
Could be the beginning
Could be the end
Could be the start of an incineration

Flames of passion or flames of destruction

How'd we know?

The cover loves you.

Anything else would be too much to ask for

But hopefully,
You'd all be happy like you said you were after the tears in the dark room.