// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole // // i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// is this attraction or rather infatuation? //
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite // Fumes.
(Made some mistakes on a few panels, bare with me guys, hope you like it!) // i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing the marks you left on me // // you rush out of me like an interminable river //
Copyright 2019 © by miyasmind
All rights reserved. // just a glimpse into a new perspective on love //
tiny things make me think of you. however, you still don't pick up on that 'i'm still not sure if I wanna leave flowers on your porch or a brick through your window' - Disposable, The Cardboard Swords. I recall, those days when joy danced on our lips Those times, when our feet bounced with bliss
She can't inflict her will on me anymore, all that's left was this petal. One-sided. Unrequited. They all mean one and the same - broken. The nine years spent on jealousy and hurt inspired me to write this piece. Hear the sorrows of my heart and maybe you'll hear yours too.... “we’re joining up words
and beats that don’t fit together
it’s out of tune” Something new, yet hauntingly familiar.
my first poem, but not the first love poem. love seems to be a popular subject. i wonder why?