noctiflorous|poems from the night

"poetic"

nothing is ever just "poetic". it may start in war and end in battle. it could start with smiles and laughter and end with tears and regret. it might start with happiness and end with just a beating heart and pain.

we aren't born "poetically". no. we force into words. just trying to make it all seem so beautiful.

but even then. all that blood isn't beautiful. it is just red