My chaotic ex was the ocean.
My biggest crush was the moon, and the sun and the sunset.
I gotta stop assigning part of nature to people who can only make me upset.
To those I've loved, poetry has made its course,
but the parallelisms never helped me move on, instead my love they can only reinforce.
I don't have the right to take from nature what's hers,
and as a consequence, looking at anything now makes my aching worse.
The hole in my chest feels so cold,
it's not in its embrace I should be falling,
yet here I am, feeling everything at once, as my beloved nature is calling.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Trust my words.
PoesíaA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
