10.11/22 4:33am
Three weeks and every emotion imaginable.
I am living through this room. Breaths taken, music played, cigarettes smoked, sleepless nights..
This room knows me more intimately than most people.
Condom wrappers, The 1975, Heavy breaths, Circe..
This room feels like an invasion of privacy.
Holding my secrets like they're old photographs. Hidden someone under the bed in which my passion has been buried.
Used, abused, loved, hated - this room has seen me treated.
In private, with company - seen, exposed.
And still, it will see me heartbroken - I am sure of it.
Bittersweet is this blue room.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poetry(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
