s1writes

Even then I was romantically acquainted with a few people, each of them taught me how I would like to be loved but could not teach me how to love. In those moments I thought I loved them, and now I think I am truly incapable of loving anyone. My virtues which define me as a sane person in his highly hypocritic narrative of right and wrong would keep me limited only to books, poetry, melancholic evenings, and broken promises to myself.

look at me teaching others on how to love, where I stand naked, stripped of every bit of warmth I ever had.

Her: For now that you are here and that's more than enough Him: ...and for that, crave me 'cause I might not be in your arms tomorrow.

Inside my conscience you summon me in your court awaiting my judgement I drown in our insanity

"I wander off in the world and I find her among flowers, painting, poetry, sunsets, rain, the grey, espresso and the dead leaves on the ground. I confine myself, and i still find her presence in my sanity. I am all but a chaotically doomed man waiting for a miracle." -23rd of March 2023

Let me wash my sins in your blood in your thirst for a home let me give you a burning hell in your search for liberation let me show you the pinnacle of humanity let the sweet scent of your rotting wings haunt me in every stream of water