we keep melting like
icicles
but we put out armour back on
and re-freeze
daily
we open ourselves up to love
we become vulnerable again;
and for what?
only to become broken hearted
all over again?
if only true love existed
and you find your
"match made in heaven"
but alas
the hell is a land
amonsgt the living
so i suppose you must die
before you find
your perfect puddle.
YOU ARE READING
jellyfish hearts
Poesiethese poems are all of my unfinished works from Wattpad, and then some. i hope you enjoy xo
