I didn't mean to
Isn't this love?
I didn't mean to
visit you again.
I had already sealed
my bleeding mind.
I don't recognize myself
sometimes
when our minds mix up.
The imbalance
is sometimes complementary,
mostly imaginary.
I thought I was rescued
but it was my own hand
that resuscitated me.
I feel for yousometimes
but I don't know you.
I feel for you
but you don't know me.
My mind bleeds more
when I let it.
I let it stop
sometimes.
This isn't good for me.
You're not really nice.
You're not troubled.
It was my thinking,
a form of my ideas.
Your words mean to me.
My empathy doesn't mean
you love me.
1 Comments:
I've been reading both your blogs since a while. I've to say there's something deeply stirring about some of your posts. The others being simple, in an innocent way, even though that might not even be the intention.
This is something, I don't know how, I missed. But, this is the post that finally made me comment.
I like your work.
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