it's 1am and i can still hear the loud noises of the after party.
the banging of winds through my window, cold as dawn.
breathless after i hung up the phone.
crimson nights, your name carved in a tree.
haunting photographs before midnight.
i walked through the valley of realizations. finding the value of these fraudulent assumptions.
there was this fearsome, fading light.
within the fortress of your mighty heart.
i longed to touch the selfless anticipation.
too good at words, gifts but failed on reaction.
can you see the fireworks mysterious art?
it was mentally disturbing.
haunting lies within the truth.
trust will always bare its fruit.
i heard your heart throbbing - saying
it was me.
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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...
