finding beauty
in something
requires attention
first

but paying attention
is a step
most people
skip

somehow that left me restless
since you told me
i was beautiful
way too thoughtless, way too often
as you could have payed attention

one of the most
ridiculous parts of my existence
is the irony
i feel in my blood
thickening it
as if i have honey in my veins
some hidden sweetness
under this rotting flesh
since i'm technically alive
but secretly craving death

they tell me
people need to belong
somewhere
but they can't tell me
why i don't feel like
i'd belong
anywhere

i guess
i am
too alien for earth,
still
too human for outer space

we kissed
in the rain

and while the raindrops
were stroking my face
together with your fingers
that followed their trace

i felt a love
i’ve never felt before
a love
both so overwhelming
yet so pure