i wish to forget you. but forever will you remain in the soft curves and sharp wit of my poetry, hidden behind double meanings and shards of my heart,
each line its own wave, stroking and begging the shore to remember, please remember… as seaglass eyes meet my own,
and somehow i’m drowning standing still, when slender hands follow their own rhythm and now i am fire, full of flames,
just then those plush pink lips drip sugar-coated lies and soon i crave the inadequacy of your attention
i wish to forget you. i may pretend, but you are tangled within my poetry-
this love may be mortal but these words are eternal.
*inspired by poet Pablo Neruda* i miss writing, i miss my poetry, i miss the chance to escape and let it free. life is outweighing the burden of my emotions right now- my words are getting pushed further and further down from the stress. hopefully i can get back soon..