lilac blooms
yellowed windows
there once lived love
now love lingers by the wisteria trees
laughter left behind in pictureframes
restless sleep, monsoon over the pillowsheet
heartquakes and heart bleeds
and yet it beats
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
