You hug a superficial aspect of me
You speak to an unloving creature.
Your unwanted lips kiss mines.
You miscalculate my coldness.
I'm sold short in your mind.
I'm merely your imagination.
I'm pretty much your belittle nightmare.
YOU ARE READING
Catching a Flower
Poetry❝not all art goes to history.❞ Credits to @calumisapizza for the amazing cover
