It's 4AM and my mind is flying, realizations sinking in.
we were made of
stardust,
raindrops
and stormy seas.
you were made of
strong walls,
fancy gardens
and loud noises.
i was made of
lonely nights,
sad poems
and faulty scripts.
differences in a high mountain
will a tree grow from
a tearful beginning?
countless chances,
falsehopes and
mighty glances
will a love weaved in
a delicate fabric stand still?
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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...
