Posted in Of Importance, Thoughts

You are everything I don’t like

Everything that distraught me

put in a vessel

with limbs and given lungs



your eyes

they’re everything

I’ve ever wanted


There are raging storms

behind those hooded gaze

and I am lost

in those charcoal orbs


And there I found

tenderness hidden behind steel thorns

because they are the gate to

brilliance that makes everyone

pales in comparison


And I can’t help but to yield

to let

piety take hold


They say eyes are the window

to one’s soul

and in yours

I found

my kindred one



An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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