Wasted Poetry

I pretended to love because I couldn't accept how empty I felt

F•ck All My Insecurities Loving You gave me

Your brain screaming clear words to you yet you are forced to mistranslate them

After many nights feeling uncomfortable in the place which was supposed to be my home I realized that Society wants us to love the wrong ones

You might think I am theatrical but I would rather be stabbed a million times by a ugly knife than being pricked once and shortly by the thorn of the most beautiful red rose I have ever had.

I used to be more myself around you

Vorgestern hab ich dich geliebt, gestern hab ich dich gekannt, heute habe ich dich kennengelernt-und morgen erinnere ich mich nicht mehr an dich

I think wasting time while knowing life is short is the biggest sin I'll ever commit