Poems and thoughts

conscious

You're the light in my heart,
Every time you open that damn door,
There lights a flame in my head and I feel happy and at home.

That's why it's so toxic to give all your live to one person. Because sooner or later you'll leave them...

And then you can't feel that flame anymore. You feel empty. You just want some of that light to warm your heart.

But that person can't be there for you forever. Why can't I be my own light? Why can't I go out there and function like everyone else?