Through my cage-like balcony,
I glance at the empty road.
Sure, it looks serene,
But it does not have you.
Fleeting happiness from chocolate is not enough anymore.
Come on now, make me feel that intoxicating
Dopamine, serotonin, estrogen and
Oh-so sweet Oxytocin.
Your clumsy words,
Your silly habits,
Your awkward behaviour,
Please just let me once more see it all.
I'm sick of you being in just my eternal reveries,
I'm sick of feeling you in every music,
I'm sick of deciding the words for our next conversation,
I'm sick of dying every second whilst missing you.
You're no longer my pretty butterfly,
Now you're a clumsy busy-bee!
I hate you so much
But, I love you more.
A/n: does this shit even qualify as a poem?
Let me just go listen to Conan Gray and feel depressed ✨aesthetically💅✨
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From the sky to the moon
Poetry"Just like the phases of the moon, ☾ My everything starts with me and ends with you ☽ And between us is the love we share that binds us together, Does your everything starts with you and ends with me too, my love?" ✨ these are some poems I wrote for...
