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?
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Love and Other Anxiety: a poetry collection
PoetryLove 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...
