when your heart hurts yet you choose
to ignore it for the sake of their happiness.
when the roses that have been growing in you, also grow thorns that tear every single part of your body.
the way you feel the pain, but you love it because it's what your heart got used to. you get addicted to it,
you get addicted to it like the worst drug
and slowly it's the thing you will soon be calling it home. but, is that really what home feels like? is that really what love is? how childish, you say.
i just nod and smile. how childish, but you are the one i see in this mess that is called home.
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collide
Poesia'the moon and the sun...they were never meant to collide, but wouldn't it be spectacular if they did?' a poem book full of angst, self love, depression and the things that are happening right here and right now in this world.
