Nov 2020
yes, i write about you,
but you are someone else
in my spectrum world.
you are a saviour,
who will save us all.
are you a saviour in the real world?
i could read out loud
for the ivy which climbs my walls,
the poems i write
about her heart-shaped leaves;
because i know that
her innocent vanity
will not make her poisonous.
but for you,
those poems would be poison,
the roots
of your future toxic actions.
yes, you once did me good,
so i borrowed your name
and now i am letting the old you
live
in my pretty words.
but you are someone else
in my spectrum world.
you are a saviour,
who will save us all.
are you a saviour in the real world?
i could read out loud
for the ivy which climbs my walls,
the poems i write
about her heart-shaped leaves;
because i know that
her innocent vanity
will not make her poisonous.
but for you,
those poems would be poison,
the roots
of your future toxic actions.
yes, you once did me good,
so i borrowed your name
and now i am letting the old you
live
in my pretty words.
had this poem in my drafts for weeks and now i found a way to pen it. also hellopoetry was unaccesible in my country i think for some months and after all this break i feel like i can t write anymore, i find it way harder to express myself...
