Category: Poetry
float or dive
Two sides to every story
Two sides to every story but when it comes to you, it always leads to one: you were my home-unfinished and undone, pieces were missing but that was what made me love you the most- the way i could look through you, like the clouds peaking through the sun. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm8Zb70hkFM/?taken-by=amateur__poet
split
split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step...and another, and another https://www.instagram.com/p/BmmEVE8B32T/?taken-by=amateur__poet
paradise was a garden
paradise was a garden of comely serpents and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon. we were there, flowers underneath a hook-shaped moon: larger than life but tamed to a future speckled with green hues. artists, dreamers, the lovers cup that never seemed wholly full-it was a simple life, but for us... it was enough.