u. me.
we are a blessed mess.
about to tip over the edge of the world.
dreamers shattered to pieces reflecting the sunlight in the most beautiful way.
unafraid of crying, yet so
damn afraid to hurt. we pretend
to be brave and sometimes we
are. we get scared of life but
so caught up in living. i love you
the way i breathe- unconditionally.
and i could never ever loose this
blessed mess we are.
u. me.
YOU ARE READING
euphoria
Poetry‚I glance up into the clouded sky. a sea of grey and of nothing at all. and I just want to fucking drown myself in it.' welcome to my 3 am poetry collection. 2020.
