Shadowing your face
Hitting my grace
Coming around myself
I stare at you, silent and reserved.
Thinking again and again
About me and you
About this walls I put in front of you
You're too passive to try and destroy them.
Writing words you'll never read
Sentences you will think it's not about you
But it is
And that makes me vulnerable
When you'll be happy
I won't be there
Because happiness means
A life without me.
Cold as ice my hands and look
You drove me insane and left me undone
And now you are paying
But I'm paying too,
Because, well, I hate seeing this
I hate myself and your superficiality
YOU ARE READING
sunrise storm || poetry
Poetrybecause my soul needs to be fed and my thoraxes need to collide in my mind, one lonely place for your shimmering heart.
