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We are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.

Vesmir

I am trying to talk about love without biting my tongue.
VESMIR

Bite Love Myself One Liner Tongue Try
Stop giving your infant heart/ wrapped in blind vows/ white lies/ and a haunted past/ stop asking for love/ if you don’t know how to give any/ stop hurting others/ stop it/ stop it/ just fucking stop it.
VESMIR

Blind Haunt Heart Hurt Infant Lie Literature Love Past Stop Vow Wrap
Something in me is constantly at unrest.
VESMIR

Constant Myself One Liner Rest
I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
VESMIR

Home Myself Trauma
So, what ruined you? -hope.
VESMIR

Hope Ruin Yourself
All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.
VESMIR

Candle Deep Hold On Let Go Life Literature Lost Myself Naked Room Shudder Struggle
Isn’t this loneliness a strange poetry? you want everyone to read, but you are never willing to write it down.
VESMIR

Down Lonely Poetry Strange Write Yourself
Growing 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.
VESMIR

Break Change Feeling Flower Growth Lie Love Relationship Sweet Tongue Trust
Hold 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
VESMIR

Hold On Ice Cream Life Myself Sun Sunset
Even if you look for peace in the places you won the war, you will not find any.
VESMIR

Battle Deep Look Peace War Yourself
And that is how time heals, not by erasing but by blurring all the memories.
VESMIR

Blurr Erase Healing Memories One Liner Time
All this sadness longs to be touched.
VESMIR

Sad Touch
Too much of what I write takes me back to you.
VESMIR

Back Myself Past Write Yourself
I will feel whatever the fuck I want to feel.
VESMIR

Feeling Myself
These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.
VESMIR

Bottle Climb Death Float Lie Literature Love Metaphor Mountain Myself Poet Scent Stream Wish Yourself
My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.
VESMIR

All Fool God Love

We are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.

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