lover thy,
no words can be
used in translation to describe
the emotions felt

me

be different,
doesn't mean you're
right or wrong, the permission to hurt,
to
avoid,
just finding your place

life is what it is,
if you continue
to yearn, something
is wrong and right

We often want something more than our daily living, but rarely we spark change or undertake any opportunity to do so, self-sabotaging speaks volumes of humanity than our self-care

Moral point of view,
no books with any answers,
my lover, it’s weird without you around
& I have not yet mastered
the words of poetry, to convey to you.
While surprised that you ever loved,
while I was screaming about
everything being Holy.
For this had changed the course of my
affairs, it’s like I no longer have
any rest, I’m sure my emotions are
sending me to hell.
Wept, to how I suffer, my stanzas are lost,
though it seems selfish to vent
for me only, I was your keeper, because
you promised to be mine & war
broke out.

i, me