last summer i realised
people are rarely who they promise to bebut you
god you are exactly
what i dreamt ofi watch you intently
even as you do nothing interesting
i think there's a beauty
in your authenticityi cant put you into words
if i could
i wouldn't have to try to burn the image of you into my head for when you're not around
and i'm feeling aloneoh and please don't break
just when i'm about to
brush the thought of you awayit makes this harder
and even the thought of tomorrow
terrifies me enough
YOU ARE READING
the forms of all my lovers : poetry
Poetrya collection of my poetry. pictures used mostly paintings by cesar biojo 🌟 thank you for reading!