This body of mine
I left at sea
When I made my feet
touch the salty waters
I was comfortable
because I had cried everyday
When night came
I was not afraid
because it had seemed as if
I was accustomed to darkness
I write this
I started this
because there was no other way
I could tell you
My words were sewn
with my feelings
I knitted you this outerwear
so I could see that you wore my heart
upon your sleeve
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
I have found
That being alone
with the fresh summer sunlight
streaming through the window
brings a sort of odd solace
How I thrive on
unrequited love
like the day old water in the kettle
I kept it to myself
all these while
because i simply
couldn't
tell you
You'll shun
As if I were a disease
But yes,
I am mad
Madly in love with you.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC