#n4ise

If I wrote you a love letter,

and I sealed it with a thousand kisses.

I'd want you to read it. So sacred and misunderstood,

only you'd be able to comprehend.

If I wrote you a love letter,

and I kept it like a scroll in a glass bottle.

I'd want you to find it. Thrown into the ocean,

carried by both gentle and harsh waves until it

reaches you, wherever you may be.

I serve my heart on a platter for you. Your eyes gleam with greed- my favourite shade of green. You eat it all and I watch as your face changes.

We morph into one. Faces I used to dream my children will have.

My button nose and lopsided smile. Your downward doe eyes.

I may be left hollow yet you will be full of life.

My love for you is just like the weather. It changes based on the seasons we go through. But it will only ever get more intense.

As the leaves colour change and shades us rain or shine. I know that I want to be with you in all times.

Every storm you feel coming is another profession of my love. It will never go away.

28/5/26

Because I'm human.

Human. That's funny. Being human means being allowed mistakes, to try and fail or succeed, to write in margins,

to think, to feel and live.

Maybe as much as I am impulsive, I desire control of every situation and outcome to feel good.

But that should not take over my life. Things can go bad or how I didn't want to - simply because. Trying to constantly find deeper meaning between lines that dont exist, it exhausts me. Because no one will know me in the depth as me.