I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.
It didn’t affect him because he couldn’t fathom how I felt. He never saw how I held or how I dealt. And when a breeze hits, his first thought is never a scent. We worked in different ways and different places, which were divided by a constellation.
I see you in every passing moment.
cursed with deceit
two upon swings
your love was mean
words could kill
rip, clean the blood
from within me
You have to grow. You have to be. You have to love yourself unconditionally.
They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.
Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.
consuming our past
placing in front
hiding in light
we become with
the sheets of night
disguise ourselves to find
that light comes and goes
we walk through
what once was
what we become
We take chances, do certain things and in the end it either works or it doesn’t. But did I take a chance? Did it mean something? Was it worth it or did it hurt me? And if it hurt me, was it worth it?
We were complicated because we fit perfectly. Our stories aligned and grooves matched flawlessly. We shaded another with the loveliest night and lit each other with innocence. It was right. Everything was right.