As for me,
I would completely be content with being handed a grenade
you tell me it's your heart but,
I just keep thinking how close I am to being blown to bits
if something were to go wrong
I am beginning to realize the color of blood that you bleed when you're with me
I had a dream that I tie dyed my body the colors of your imagination
which melted into the ocean that you swam through
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens,
only something in me comprehends the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses in the world
everything that keeps me together is gradually falling apart,
I will lean against the dark and the bright sides of the moonlight trusting
that it will illuminate why I cannot function sometimes-
but I always awake the next morning in a fog out of my dreams
which always
taste
like you
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The Empty Wild Thoughts
PoezjaThis is not and ordinary story but it is a about my deep feelings on how I've felt This book is a collective amount of poems I'll be publishing These are not all brand new poems they come from my collective journals of writing poetry Its dark an...
