we conflate,
like the bleeding of markers.
ink seeps through the paper,
but in the most hideous way.
because we're different shades.
so we don't bind together,
in such divine ways.
you're the shade of two closed eyes.
therefore you'll never descry my shade,
how enthralling it is.
you'll never see what i have to offer.
and i'm afraid of the dark.
so what we call 'love',
is just humiliation.
YOU ARE READING
metanoia.
Poetrya bunch of poetry i've written since August<3 this collection covers several sensitive topics.
