““I can’t imagine that what I want and what I need are synonymous My mind and my heart are anything but in tune Feelings are fueled by actions but my thoughts are gasoline on open flames I’ve tried to find a harmonious solution to create an emotion, an explanation to this baseless state I’ve become accustomed to To bring words to an inaudible game that the organs in my chest and head have played It’s almost to the point of no return Where bitterness finds reason to flourish and love is of no concern Where soft kisses and tender touch is considered a sneaky way of falsifying love To none the wiser I’ve bended and folded at angles that never existed I found pleasure in thoughts, when I knew the truth, I simply chose to miss it I’ve grown weary of writing this fictitious love story, I’ve grown tired of living like I have the glory I can’t say that I’ve found where I’m going nor that love isn’t for me But I know love and you have grown synonymously.””
— Tia Marie 2015












