The Worst Kind Of Love
Love is great, everyone wants to be loved and everyone is worth to be loved. Giving and receiving love is a bless. Love…
My mind — blank —
lifeless on rotations
and suede — fresh — misplaced.
Maybe I feel like
to write because it’s the only
place where my thoughts feel real.
In my head, they are invisible — fake —
shattered glass roots. On pages
I can see them — they flow from
ink to paper — directly to your lips…