I won't ever accept
that this was merely a fling
a tryst, as you called it once
though we never actually had one
This was much deeper
entranced and immersed
bound together by barbed wire
each cut bleeds
How did I get here
filling my days with ardour
and unfulfilled longings
simultaneously
YOU ARE READING
Invading every thought
PoetryA book of poetry. These are my words, written about love, desire, romance, heartbreak, and all the feelings in between. My thoughts don't have to be spoken to be known. A work in progress.
