#poetique

it feels surreal, like i steal little moments from those who can feel. true love, heartbreak— all of it i take. i chase the stars, i learn to lie, to taste a love that was never mine. i’m so greedy, always needing secret kisses, future wishes— your love’s remains are mine to keep. unlike him and i; we pretend until we're undone by what’s felt, what's framed. my hands are cold, my story told, in borrowed dreams that will not grow old. each whispered name, a spark, a flame, but none can hope to burn away this shame. how can we go on, what have i done i fear the worst is yet to come.

of miseries, as I float on the surface,

wondering if ever will be able to see the light,

❋ ࣪ ☾ — to the moon & back. ୨୧