maybe love is simply hoping for someone to come into my life. that thought came into mind earlier. and it makes sense. turns out it is the false hope that ironically, makes me genuinely feel hopeful and to keep on going, beyond what my last love had to offer. and if that's the case, keep it that way. don't let him come barging into my doors like the last person did. to imprint another set of tattooes when i'm not even done scraping the recent ones off my skin.
i don't want someone be involved in my loving ways again. i might never be ready for love at all in the first place. unless someone truly accepts the demon who hides beneath this skin. someone who can dive miles deep into me. into the ocean of tears i have left to cry. someone who can hold my hands. braving through the haunted forest i've planted myself.
but there might be no someone. there are only these things they call hopeless romance and mirages. and if deserts are the only thing that can conjure mirages. i guess i am one too. that is, maybe for now.
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Poesiaa collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
