6:11 pm, Tuesday, 6th February
Your love is a concept
that I am unable to grasp.
A concept that is foreign to me,
because I have not felt it upon my tongue
nor in the depths of my heart.
But I crave for it –
I want to feel it throb on the inside of my wrists
and within my chest.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
