I don't think I can love you the way you love me
You're the spring. The new born leaves and the stirring of small creatures in the shrubs. You're the immortal sun and the flowers that bloom in those golden rays.
But me?
Winter is in my soul, and I can't get it out. I've been chewed up by winds, bleeding out in the snow. I'm the leather studded heartbreaker in a Lana Del Rey song. I am the frost-covered villain. I am ruin.
Once I was the spring. I had whispers of summer too.
The erosion of other villains, decayed the fruit and virgin cherry blossom.
And now I'm on a mission.
To erode you.
The cycle continues.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
