Another year passes. An arbitrary collective delusion. Another year of promises. Words write themselves some days. Others, require a show of force. This spectrum grows day by day. Business and pleasure. Business brings consistency. Pleasure brings creativity. Drown in expectations or, Suffer in idle waters. I seek balance. I see it on the horizon.
when my infatuation dims midnight conversations fade into radio silence I'm sorry for making you my muse you look at me in ways I always wanted someone to and in another life I'd love you the way I should my weakness is I've only ever held on to unrequited love and I'm not sure I know how to let someone stay consistency intimidates me maybe heartache is more of a friend than I'd like to admit
your name is the only thing that makes the alphabet matter, I knew this was real when you told me to stop dreaming and start living. I love you. it'll never change.
yes, this is about love. because everything is and I'm glad I've finally come to terms with it. shameless self-promo but I just decided to make an instagram for my poetry (@deadtalksx) follow me if you want I guess.