i love the
stars in the sky
i love the darkest cold
blue skies in places which just aren't here
i love the serenity of
covering pages in paint
and the almost-breaking nostalgia of
childhood
i love
hour long phone calls in blue light
and
walking pavements illuminated by
flickering orange
i love velichor and the smell of
faded pages
and i love netflix shows
and the thrill of eating ice cream straight out of the tub
i love coffee and the dark bitterness that took
years for me to appreciate
i love good music and the crackle of amps and
the energy of a bass guitar and everyone clapping
and i love the rain and
the pools of clouds
and i love chocolate and
my friends
and i love the feeling of speaking to someone
you love
and i love the feeling of not having to speak to someone
you love because you can just be
and the tears of reading good books and
getting good grades
and i love imagining all that will
happen
and seeing my friends be happy,
and i love standing on stages
i love laughing for no reason whatsoever
and i love taking photographs
and i love lazy mornings and
brunches
and decadent milkshakes that
i'll never finish
i love that feeling in maths when
i know this moment will only ever exist once
and i love the sound of the cello and
those just good days
and i love escaping and
the ocean
i love coming together with people and
i love talking
i love old movie tickets
and memories
i love good music which brings
back memories of dark car drives
i love walking around libraries, completely
overwhelmed
i love the feeling of running to hug someone you
didn't even know you were missing
and i love staying up at night and
dreaming
and i love being with the ones
i love
and i love wearing enough makeup to look like
another person
but i also love wearing no
makeup whatsoever
i love the constance of the waves
and i'm scared of what i might do
i love smiling in the sun and
just feeling happy
just being
i love writing and
art and wondering and dreaming and hoping and wishing
and i love the
stars in the sky
i love the darkest cold
blue heavens in places which aren't here
and i'll learn to love it all,
one day,
i'll learn to love myself
I'll learn how to be

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PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...