they told me i shouldn't love you, for you are too harmful. too warm and radiant. and i am too soft. too fragile to touch. I have convinced myself to believe them. that you are but a mere mirage in a desert—you are not a sanctuary. rather, you are only a part of the path i walk on. But i cannot deny that I am in love with you. I am in love with every. damn. part. of. you. and i'm frightened of these feelings because I know it'll be the death of me.
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Poetrythe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
