#rosesarentred

I wish I didn't overfeel so I would not believe your beautiful lies and foreknow that at this tennis court you play me with a head start.

I wish I didn't overthink so I would had never fantasize you already in my life and wrote a thousand poems which won’t ever see daylight.

I wish I didn’t overdid us when we weren’t meant to mean anything but a mistake and let it sink like lead marbles to the pitless dark to where it would lay next to my self-worth.

I wish I didn’t overexpect so I’d cry less on a cloudless day and understand there won’t be a come back to where all could still be.

i buried him once, but i let him out for a gulp. 

gave him mine upper hand on a silver platter because i feel too much and he nothing at all. 

i wanted you to say that the sky is blue when all i see is fog and thunderlight

i wanted your eyes, blue as ice, to be the only mirror i need and fear

i wanted you to break my dome of glass, whatever the cost may be, and from the shards of broken glass, like the sand they once be, sprout the most colorful sea of spike-free roses

and like you once said to me, maybe by the time we’re old and grey you will be nice to yourself, i wanted that — i want that — even if it means we’ll grow old and grey separately