you are the bane to my existence for you make me want to be everything that speaks home.
it's strange how my foreign tongue adapted quickly to match the language of your soul.
it's damning how you make me feel less and full—
stripping the bareness of the soul;
dwelling to the threshold of my fears and dreams.
it's weird how the lullabies engulf me, muffling the broken screams...
so, here it is...
you are turning me to something strange;
strangely damning... i swear.
but i'd like to be this strange for you, only you.
you are the bane of my existence and i'd live for that.
YOU ARE READING
Letters for Her
PoetryThis a compilation of my love notes and probably love letters to my nonexistent lover. I want this to be something nice, natural and will make you feel loved.
