Relativity
Time for me
had always been
a
slow
trickle
An endless
drizzle
of
drops
And I wait,
agonizing,
for it to run out.
But when I am with you,
Time is a raging river
that sweeps me off my feet
I brace myself for the end
Because I know,
in the end,
I
fall.
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Things I Could Never Say To You
PoetryThe things I could never say to you, I say in poetry instead. A collection of poetry and short prose on love, heartbreak, and despite it all, hope. Because we should never stop hoping for the happy ending we all deserve. Cover image by luizclas on P...
