there were spaces between me and my ceiling but all of this spaces are occupied by one thought that always lingers - you.
my mind is clouded by the thought of you, always you, will always be you. but do you think of me too? or am i the only one painting your lips on the ceiling? am i the only one thinking you're seeing how I smile whenever i imagine your face?
i sat in front of my working computer, scribbled words i love you but it turned out i fucking miss you. i wish i could control Z all that. but i van only hold the ideas, the thoughts, the memories of us.
i paused as i stride, i tried keeping you warm. i tried not messing up with my mind. i tried loving you the way i know how to. i tried being someone i am not. i tried everything to hold you. but you're loosening the tight.
looking back, it was a perfect storm. i am your rainbow and you are my sunshine but what happened to our own little universe of cuddles and kissess?
in retrospect, how could you ever love someone who's messed up?
JE LEEST
Love and Other Anxiety: a poetry collection
PoëzieLove and Other Anxiety talks about the irrationality of being a lover, a partner, a friend and of being a person inside a relationship. One of the most crucial part of coming up with the idea of love as a form of anxiety is proving that it can be a...
