"Write a poem for us to understand".
Why would I? My poem's my heart and my ribs, The galaxy scarf that's been strangling me for years; My lover and companion, My cup of tea that I enjoy in while hating it. I enjoy my smooth ride in my imagination, Where I do things I want to do here, But which my mind itself does not let me do. Here. It's my sacred temple and the saviour who the temple is for. Why do you have a need to understand it? I'm the one jealously holding it, Yet trembling to explain it. My daily dose of galaxy. My daily dose of hedonism. Daily dose of suffocating. Every day, closer to death, the closest to madness. Welcome to the cup of my universe. Enjoy it and hate it.
Explain if you can.
What am I trying to say is this:
My world is in color and you, You are the cherry red, You are neon. You are everything my heart Did not know it could be. And tonight, I am indigo streaks Across the world; A suffocating introversion A depression which once Took hold of me.
the hushed voices, the many body parts and the pitch black, his lips found mine and I thought that I wouldn't mind feeling that for the rest of my life
And since the day
I fell in love with you I lived in fear someone better will love you too.
Maybe it was the way he walks with his head up high, or the way he whistles, or the way he carried his yellow umbrella down the hall, or maybe even the fact it was raining made me fall so deeply in love with him.
And I swear
I could feel his touch every time he would look at me.
She loved him for as long as she remembered and for her it was true love: she dreaming about him while he dreams about someone else.