poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
maybe you are unaware of the coma you are in,regret on tongues far fetched,inside bodies you cannot count on fingers,lightening bolts triggered through touch,but what am I to you,as you are to me,feelings mutual from what it seemsthis corrosion of a love story,far from these walls or grid like structures,not love but more so tragedy,of […]