The beginning was unknown !

What will the end be like?

I found her
When I cast away my shame
Along with my garments.
My sin is washed away in her river,
And I lie In her sun warmed soil
Finally home.

To be quite honest I don’t know.
I have no apples for tomorrow
I am the pillow of my friends
And the willow for the pests
I am the chipped nail on my left hand
And I don’t clean under my bed
I don’t want you to see me
And I don’t want you to hear me
I just need to know everything about me
To be

I remembered you in my heart for one single moment, and you appeared before me instantly.

As your love is true, you could hear even the whispers of my heart.

I think I've realized the more poems I write about someone the more toxic they are to me

Here's number 25 for you

I suppose that pales in comparison to the thousands I wrote for my first love but I've known you a lot less time

And you've never even been mine

And that's okay

Because at this rate

You never will be.

I can recall the dates
I can recall the events
I can recall the kisses

Before we went

I remembered nothing.

The words
I love you
flow from me
gushing from the heart of me
freely
Yet
sadly
catching
just the side of you