there's a lot of shit going on
there are a lot of things
as beautiful
as they have ever been
and there's me
wanting to write about you,
but I just can't find my pen
and I want to sing to you
the songs of my dreams,
but my voice is breaking
since we met
old letters I re-read,
old kisses I re-kiss,
old friends I lose again,
old habits of
thinking too much,
cause I think too much
I feel quiet and poisoned
I feel cured and screaming
like an all time sunset streaming
on your linse
I feel like the one thing I need
and still
I want you
what if I already know that you gonna hurt me?
what if I can't stop anyway?
what if we do the one thing we shouldn't
and make us feel the one thing we couldn't?
cause there is a lot of fucking shit going on...
YOU ARE READING
poems.
Poetrybest rank: #29 in #myyouth #35 in #feminism #61 in #selflove #68 in #thoughts #30 in #poetry ~explain what love means to you. •if I could explain my definition of love, I wouldn't ever have to write a poem again•
