the idea of us
you're
in love
with the idea
of me.
you're
in love
with
the idea
of us,
being together.
you're
in love
with love
but
you don't love.
you're just
confusing
love with
your obsession;
the thought
of being held
by someone
seems so
ethereal
to you.
you're in love
with the idea
but
never the person.
—you're in love with the idea of me; not me.
YOU ARE READING
how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
