tumbleweeds
surviving the heat
of this odd love of oursa desert
full of void
and mirages of you
with open arms
waiting for me—I thought I saw you in my cup of tea
YOU ARE READING
an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
I'm still drunk on the memory of you
tumbleweeds
surviving the heat
of this odd love of oursa desert
full of void
and mirages of you
with open arms
waiting for me—I thought I saw you in my cup of tea