I like to calm him down after every fight.
Even if that's been happening now almost everyday.
He tells me he loves me the most in this world
and I, in favour, call him "My love".
After a day of fight, our nights
they end in eachothers arms.
He plays with my hair gently and I
listen to the soft hum of his heart.
I tell myself that what we have is love.
Until I begin to doubt that in the mornings
when his touch becomes too much to bear
and his kisses start feeling like venom.
But this is my love and I can't
force myself to say goodbye.
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Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
