I love the rain yet I open my umbrella because I don't want to get soaked in the coldness. I love the sun and yet I hide in the shadows because I'll get burnt if I stay out too long. I love the wind, but close my windows, just to not feel the hair on my arms stand still, the cold gust running down my spine would remind me too much of the way you touched me, so gentle, as if I were fragile. And then I'd get flustered all over. I love you, yet I don't want you to hurt me like the others did; for you to abandon me and leave your marks, memories and pain.
I love certain things yet I live without them because it'll leave me like all the rest did.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
