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.
VESMIRThese 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.
VESMIRThey call my love immature, naive and foolish, as if, wisdom made a better lover out of them.
VESMIRI am not what I write but I want to be.
VESMIRI’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
VESMIRSomething in me is constantly at unrest.
VESMIRIt’s not sad/ that you choose/ to keep yourself in/ its a pity/ that even when you could/ you never decided/ to walk out.
VESMIRFor once I wanna look back and not sigh.
VESMIRYou out of all, have a hand to hold.
VESMIRIsn’t this loneliness a strange poetry? you want everyone to read, but you are never willing to write it down.
VESMIRToo much of what I write takes me back to you.
VESMIRHope has never looked the same twice. Pain has never looked the same twice. Love has never looked the same twice.
VESMIREven if you look for peace in the places you won the war, you will not find any.
VESMIRWe are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.
VESMIRI want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.
VESMIRToo many of us have grown up just too early.
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.
VESMIR