in the desperate pursuit for love,
we shall forever heed,
at the mere glimmer of possibility.
and in the process,
we will waste away our lives,
with a person,
who has never loved at all.
and in our dying breath,
we will cry.
because we never found,
the one thing,
we so desperately wanted.
YOU ARE READING
red-stained fingertips
Poetryprose and poetry and blood and romance. a fucking stupid combination. ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ TW: some poems mention suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and eating disorders started in september of 2021 #4 in poetry 8 . 8 . 23
