sadiya_07

Hopeless romanticism,
I feel like I have had this term thrown at me.
I walk around life thinking of novels and movies,
waiting for a moment to live that exact feeling,
love that consumes you.
I wanted to be consumed.

Bittersweet Flesh Wounds.        TW: Refrences of addiction
You remind me of childhood summer nights,

Scraping a knee on the concrete.

I’ll get up and act like it didn't happen,

He, She, (They).
He is the poem i could never write,

He is the painting that will always lay unfinished in a basement covered in cobwebs.

He is the thing no artist, of any kind,

Could attain.