Because our hearts tell stories.
And our heart breaks, Epics.
Because I find myself feeling really alone,
On rainy evenings and cold dark nights.
Because I regret relationships,
Rather, regret never being in a real one.
Because my heartbreak sketches stories,
That I survive over coffee and silences.
Shared threads of self care and love.
I know that you don’t need me,
As much as I need you.
Because life is now a love song.
Or something a bit far,
And something even closer.
With my eyes closed and senses strong,
I see a face disfigured.
I know who should it be.
Because we were sixteen and sweet,
And you told me that we’d reunite.
Now it’s gone past years four,
And I still somewhere hold on.
Because my heart skips a beat,
And I crave for a hug that I don’t sometimes deserve.
Because I need someone to hold me,
And tell me that it’s all okay.
That I’m building a life,
And someday it’ll be happier than ever.
But I’m sick of wondering.
Why does company fly by and love never stay,
Why do people come and go,
And leave me behind than ever before.
Because I think of making an empire stand,
But sometimes a hand to hold on.
Because they tell me that they know me,
And I turn and laugh.
Because I’m still disheveled,
And yet somewhere so strong.
That I’m scared of you turning back and coming along.
But on warm winters and snugly summers,
When my heart longs a hug,
And my soul longs to get naked,
I know that I’ll survive this,
Just as I did a long while ago.
High on quotes and consolations,
Coffee and Silences. -N.
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