oh, i want to write for you.
i want to chant your name until my jaw
falls off.
i have already prepared the words
that i will dedicate only for your eyes
on my mind,
but i am contemplating.
the reason why i don’t want to write
a thing, is that
i have long accepted that it’s not
my words that will bring comfort
to the chaos in your head.
i may have the ability to
bring my warmth outside your door,
but i won’t, because that’s not
what you need.
i am not what you need.
and i have learned not to stick my hands
to things that don’t want my touch,
that’s why i won’t cradle your heart
until it falls asleep,
though i want to.
but i do hope that you’ll soon receive
the unconditional love that you give
to the world.
you’re an amazing person.
i hope that’s what you will remember
whenever you look at
yourself in the
mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
