i want to be able to write one of those
disgustingly breathtaking books.
puke out of admiration,
where it won't do you any purpose other than leave without any sleep,
close the book to go on with life and now you can't.
you can't leave the words from the book
i shoved it in you to make it alive
the characters make it's way to your brain;
it takes over you,
you don't know who you're becoming..
..but i do
i want to make a book where people
look at it and say
this book is shamelessly desperate to not be forgotten
it takes any means to live inside the minds of people
instead of taking care of its own
the author must've lived through hell
and had no other choice but to build another one
for the sake of his peace of mind
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
