I don't know
How it feels to be loved
But
I do know how it feels to not be loved
To live every moment
Knowing
I just won't be enough
On days where the sky is a light shade of honey
And the air tastes like sweet rasgullas
I decide to find love
I decide to enjoy the warmth of mean words
But
It always crashes down like a bad cramp
It always ends, takes me back to my world of isolation.
At least now I know not to expect
From people,
From god,
Or from Cupid
Because love feels like a concept
That will just make me feel more loneliness than ever.
- K ⚓️rush's
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoesíaIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
