Poems from Aesthetics88
You are the blood in my veins,
The only way I would let us part,
Is if I cut my skin and let you out.
I feel like I'm drowning in your words and every time I open my mouth to breath, I lose more air.
You told the bird you don't like the way it sits on my wrist.
You don't like how it would permanently stay.
You don't like its meaning.
And...
Something in my gut tells me to just run away, move on and find someone less difficult
but then a spark of hope ignites in my heart and...
love is just not my thing.
maybe it never was.
And never will be.