theres a different kind of blood in my veins now
that your scent affects my sunny soul
and id inhale flames to fuse that scent further
and sometimes I just cant cool down
no matter how the fibre of my being breathes into the effort
ill always be drowning in us
but when you tell me you need more
than i can give, than i want to give
i cant help feeling im holding you back
that ive clipped your wings
tarred you on the spot
and kept you selfishly
but if you need to be free
go
because theres new blood in my veins and all it wants if for you to be happy.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
PoetryLittle broken fragments of my poetry scattered upon these pages breathing life into my world.
