// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
I wrote these Haikus in English class and I had to turn these in. Surprisingly she liked them a lot. (I think she might be bisexual)
// drowning in your scent is not synonymous to drowning in you //
// the valve for the composition of my thoughts has been irreversibly opened //
// submission for the monsters under your bed contest //
My official coming out post!
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //
// letters from a rainbow girl in a monochrome society //
Because to some of us, coming out might as well be killing ourselves
Superhero. embrace who you are, live, learn, laugh, love
A note for the LGBTQIA+ community and for those still waiting to blossom at the right time (plus very crappy illustration).
Locked in I was and grey spatter I spit
I am yet to see, the sun rising from where I am standing, It brings me memories from the past, and thoughts, I have never imagined
The lack of intensity, another reality?
For those couples who's suffering from a long distance relationship, this might help you a lot.