cherry wine

Jan 18, 2022


pain hides behind beauty

as she often does

behind a perfect summer

midnight Italian sky

a beach with stars up high

and homemade cherry wine

but soon reveals herself

with a blurred mind

and no which has already been said one too many times

with air which tastes of salt

and sand wet with tears

I told myself I did it for the memories

now they haunt me much like a bad dream

I kept going back

to try and make myself believe

that I'm not sorry

that I'm fine

but that night I found myself

looking for a place to hide

and thinking I had found it I was stabbed from the behind




Have an amazing day! Making this somewhat of a journal blog about what goes on in my head and cannot express otherwise