the moment when you realize
the people who taught you love
were wrong the entire time.
the moment when you wonder
if their souls that weren't meant
to be put together
means their dna shouldn't have either.
if your very existence meant
you are inevitably destined
to be alone.
if this explains why no matter how much
you give it is never enough
for someone,
anyone,
to stay.
YOU ARE READING
bleeding honey
Poetrya collection of seemingly unrelated poetry. • • • breathe, okay? whatever you may be going through, you can conquer, i promise. utilize your weapons, even if sometimes they are hidden.
