Collection of my so-called poetry

Inferno

As Plato said: "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."

And I couldn't agree more.

Ever since I've known him, my life has become so much more poetic and colorful. I even began to understand the mind of helplessly and a deeply smitten poet.

I became a poet.

This is a story about how I found a new way to live life.

To live life more romantically, for Eros himself taught me to love and dream.

His eyes were greener than a freshly cut emerald or a pine forest after days of thunderstorms.

His lips were redder than the blood, which flushed my cheeks whenever I saw him.

Or his charming smile, brighter than the Sun which burnt Icarus- talking about Icarus, I associate myself with his story more, even more than before:

"Icarus laughed as he fell.

He threw his head back and

yelled into the winds,

arms spread wide,

teeth bared to the world."

This is precisely what is going to happen to me. Inevitably.

And like a moth, who loves the light of a flame - I love him.

And as the moth loves more and more, the flame burns and so do I.

It's impossible not to get hurt, but the moth doesn't seem to care, the moth knows that the last thing it'll feel is the warm embrace of its' lover.

I call this "true love". Willing to love so much that you die. And if we could choose the way we leave this world, I would prefer to be burnt by the wild amber of love.

"Is love an inferno?"

"For most, it isn't. but for us... It's way more than that."

"Swear that our inferno will never stop burning."

"I swear. Do you?"

"I do."