shivalihp

You love to paint.

You teeter on the line between

Hedonism and Asceticism

with every move of your fingers

each shape you make in the clay

I often sit under the moonlight and listen to what the night has to offer; 

Sometimes it offers more than you think. 

I listen to the soft rustling of the leaves, 

I saw you

The other day

Your face was wet

With tears

Your heart was slowly breaking

There were bags framing

Eyes that lost their spark

As if someone dumped water

In your soul

Extinguished

My worst enemy is...

Myself

I think the worst of everything...

I judge myself...

I question everything I do...

I wonder, is this the right thing to do?

I try to do everything perfectly...

I want to drink apple cider with you 

Like it’s a fine wine, 

Make-believe adult, wrapped in your wool blanket, 

Counting the minutes until your parents return.