May 2020
Love is wild
Maybe too wild for me.
And I used to believe that it was a mistake for these poor boys to love me.
To try and catch me, but now it’s clear to see.
They are the wild things and I am desperately trying to catch them. running, running and scraping my knees.
When I realize that I cannot love, that I could not tame such wild beasts?
Maybe too wild for me.
And I used to believe that it was a mistake for these poor boys to love me.
To try and catch me, but now it’s clear to see.
They are the wild things and I am desperately trying to catch them. running, running and scraping my knees.
When I realize that I cannot love, that I could not tame such wild beasts?
Back in 2018, I wrote a poem called wild thing. It’s still on profile if you want to read it, but the other day I realized that roles are now reversed. Instead of trying to catch me, I am trying to catch them. I guess it’s all part of being single. Enjoy and leave a comment ❤️❤️
(18/Cisgender Female/somewhere on earth)
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