affection comes in different forms, in different languages, and different intensity.
yours—i've been trying hard to figure out. and i didn't realized i knew it all along. i know it by the way you do things. even though there are moments when it gets hazy and my mind couldn't fully comprehend you. there are moments i feel less loved. as if your affection isn't reaching me enough. and i wanted to ask you if you feel the same.
i want to know what runs inside your mind each time i say affectionate things. for me it's reassuring and i need it, because i need to have something to hold on to. no matter how my mind tries to convince me that everything isn't real, i will cling to that affection, it's that one thing that'll keep me going.
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Skyless constellations
Поэзияa compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare