For boys like you, loving is a sin. A sin where kissing costs us breaking the skies apart.
Boys like you, are hard to love. For them, love does not come in soft candies and dead cocoons turning into butterflies. Boys like you expect eating cathedrals and castles at 2 am in the night, when I’m way into my sleep.
And your love is a lot like the art I draw, it doesn’t need to make sense.
You’re not the only poet I loved. The last boy I loved, had pyramids built on his bodies and he displayed them as poetries he wrote for me. His eyes spoke ancient languages which I pretended to understand but didn’t. You’re a lot like him, Kabir.
or, I see a lot of him in you.
I hide you in the form of the dragon fruits inside my journal.
But wait, they’re not hidden anymore.
Another Art Journal drawing uhh thingg…. The thing I wrote is from a BTS song l, Save me. One of my favourites 😩🥺🌺🌺🌺
Personally I liked the previous art journal page better. And I need better ideas for the art journal too. 😩 If you have any, pleaassee help. I’ll figure something out. 🌺
This was a sort of different poetry, I mean it’s sort of about gay love but not really. Uhhh….I dunno. What do you think?
Thanks(×infinity) for reading