Another poetry post

I've got so many poems left to lay on my desk that once again I decided to publish some of them and maybe I'll make a series out of that since I've got so many short stories and articles on this blog poetry may as well become a part of the blog. It's already a huge part of my life but most of them are deeply personal that's why I haven't decided to post much of my poems. Obviously, I'll leave the personal ones for myself but the Word-Series will include mostly poems which mean quite a bit to me soooo enjoy!

Burning

Like an ice-cube

melting when exposed to a sunshine

slowly changing shape

turning into water.

That’s how kissing you feels like.

It’s like

taking a first deep breath

after almost drowning,

counting stars

during a clear, dark night,

or seeing a rainbow

after days of a heavy storm.

And touching you

feels like drinking wine

new kind, every day,

getting to know what you like

because you’ve tried so many types

but some things are still unfamiliar to you.

Seeing you is like

watching a butterfly sit on a flower

looking at its’ colourful wings.

Talking with you is just like

listening to my favourite song

on repeat

because I adore the melody

because I’m in love with your voice.

But being with you

is like volunteering to go to a war,

being torn apart

left in pieces with no help by your side.

It feels like being burnt alive,

run over and shot

all at the same time.

Somehow,

despite all of that

I keep coming back

because I feel good

when I burn

because I feel something

when I drown

because you are the one

to shoot me

although it’s painful

you make me feel something again.

So I keep coming back

to you.

Final destination

Suddenly sitting on this white, fluffy kinda pillow

I’ve realised that I don’t want to reach

My final destination, because it’s not home.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love coming back to this green land of

thank you and pardon, but

every time when I think of my final destination

I just can’t find this place in any part of my heart.

Every time I just can’t say that I’m coming back

if I arrive there, because

coming back to me is when

I arrive at a place where you are right next to me.

So far the only thing I’ve been doing

for the past few years

is just flying away

when in fact I’m so tired

of flying

and I don’t even like planes.