So I see
All the love out there that is not for me.
The squabbles, the needs, the bitter and sweet,
Which all I taste is out of duty.
I hear
All the hatred and cruelty that bring tears.
Practiced flattery, seasoned fakery behind false happiness,
Which I’ve been through enough to fear.
And I feel
All the effortfulness that he conceals
In his lines, his touches, how he’s upright and guiltless,
Which makes pains even harder to heal.
Will life be easier if I shut my eyes
Cover my ears and freeze my heart?
Well, you bleed just to know you are alive
Sensing is living, so I’m grateful for that.
This is what I wrote in the POV of a fictional character that I created whose story was never complete. It is her life, but at the same time is the life I have seen people share — the slow fade of love, the shadowed doubt of love, the acceptance and lenience.
Featured photo is also an artwork piece of mine.
Kaleidoscope Eyed 