loving you feels like rain.
like a downpour on a hot summer day
when i'm drenched and shivering
but it's better than burning up.
loving you is a penny on the side walk.
you're so lucky to find it
but it can't give you anything
and you still have to pay rent.
loving you is the sun
shining on my flowers
when they're dying of thirst.
it's a blueish shade of grey
and the aftermath of roses
which is to say.
loving you
doesn't feel like being loved.
—love, darling, you're losing me
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thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
