you
were never a metaphor.
your heart was heavier than gold,
you were prettier than a flower;
your thorns twice as sharp
and you
were deeper than the ocean.
my heart was so engrossed
with a burning for yours
that it did not realize it was melting in the process;
you solved my temporary problems with permanent solutions.
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poetrypeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...
