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Sophi k
what part of the cold
pale
sickly skin made you feel
beautiful?
was it the tint of pink on your
cheeks
or how it looked like every
breath
might just be your
last
is that what your heart
desired?
the want to be
frail
on the edge of
life
We're all wonderers.
I wonder, whether or not I love you.
I wonder, whether or not you love me.
How can you say you do, and then do those things?
How can I believe you don't, when you do these things?
I can't.
Because you do.
And I do.
It's hard to say.
What do I feel?
If I only knew.
What is the definition of love?
If only I knew.
I'll try.
Try to be the person you need me to be.
Try to be true to myself simultaneously.
Some nights I just lay there,
I lay there with a soft stream trickling down my ever so soft cheeks,
Although I do not realise it is there.
I take a second to touch my cheek,
and it is in that moment that my hand gets stained with all my thoughts and all my realisations.