everybody doesn't know
the story
where I would look at you
from afar
and feel as though it is enough
to me, now
you look as if some things
are only meant to be loved
in a distance
like sea from the shore
like sky at the mountain tops
my hands will never
reach you
that is all
in this chapter
a failure of a fairytale
in the way I looked
my eyes couldn't catch your
attention
in my cofession
my words didn't taste any
different
—in case you don't know too
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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...
