love
isn't about me or you.
nothing about me
wanting all of you,
nothing about you
wanting all of her.
it's about the moon and the stars,
shining on my tears.
creating constellations in the rivers
overflowing with
anger and desperation.
letting the stars fall
across the sky,
to remind the world
why love only exists
where it can't be reached.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
