Sometimes i look at you
-i look at your magnetic eyes
i know they could tase my demons
with only one blink
and your smile could kill me
in only one second
(and in fact it does)
your hands could erase
all the pain inside the scars
of my bruised body
and your kisses could numb
all my self-destructive thoughts-
and i realize how much
the fall is going to hurt me
but then i watch you laughing
or caring for people
or talking about the society
or trying to change the world
with little actions that nobody else does
but then you hold me in your arms
maybe without even noticing
that you are holding my soul too
and every cell of my body
every part of my heart
every piece of me
tells me
that the fall doesn't matter
i have born to fly
fly
fly
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Thrive
PoetrySometimes I feel fragile, and poetry helps me to blossom and thrive. But here's the problem. I'm not delicate like a flower or a little plant in the middle of a forest. I'm fragile like a bomb. If you are ready to watch me burn, go ahead...
