Love unpure

 I listened to the beautiful song the crickets sang to me while I watched my lungs burn on my hand on the pit I sad hoping not to drown in the memories of old 

There's no name for it but it was felt deep enough to leave an unbroken soul of a child in a villain state

I listened to the cry of a child in a man I left behind in search for his heart in another. 

Twining was all I see but not in his eyes for the whole world could burn in my name if I'm pleasured by it.

There's no name for it still but I know love couldn't be responsible for something so pure and admirably chaotic if need be.