"conastantaneous" poems
I feel like the faded part of love;
it feels like the end even before it had a chance to begin.
I feel like the faded part of love;
An invisible longing from a lover,
unsettling and echoing in the dark.
A conastantaneous pain that slowly crawls into my body and engulfs the soul that seeks freedom from all the humanly attachments.
I feel like the faded part of love!
I feel like the faded part of love!
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 1:21 PM UTC