She has been the reason and the subject ever since we met, I had sleepless nights, endless hours filled with writing, just to keep my sanity.
I told myself the same thing as any overthinker would have done and banished the daydreaming, along with this awful craving for her.
Because after all, a love this harsh would only tear us apart… But, not only am I an overthinker, I am also curious by nature. So here we were. I could walk away but what if I don't?
Strange thing isn't it? I have fought so hard to have her near, only to find myself pushing her away, because, beneath all that I am, I am also fragile and insecure…
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
