I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
VESMIRI am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
VESMIRI don’t want everything to be a destination, where I have to grind and reach, O! how i long for some good to come in my way and let me pick it up.
VESMIRIf not love, then we have to survive it.
VESMIRThey call my love immature, naive and foolish, as if, wisdom made a better lover out of them.
VESMIRAll this sadness longs to be touched.
VESMIRI am trying to talk about love without biting my tongue.
VESMIRA love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.
VESMIRToo much of what I write takes me back to you.
VESMIRBut fear is love that has been convinced that it never belonged.
VESMIRI will feel whatever the fuck I want to feel.
VESMIRGrowing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.
VESMIRYou don’t know how to love, so you give it all. But isn’t that how one should love? by giving all of it.
VESMIRYou are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.
VESMIRHold on/ not because life will get any better/ but it’s 10 mins to sunset/ and I was wondering if we could go for ice creams afterwards
VESMIRSomething in me is constantly at unrest.
VESMIRI am not what I write but I want to be.
VESMIR