Art Leads To Immortality

I TRIED NOT TO FEEL THAT WAY.

We met. Two minutes between laughter and embarassment. A hug, a goodbye, my heart knocking to get out and jump in your backpack.

”I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you”

I know you will. You owe me a kiss, I owe you a kiss. I’m not sad because of the short time we spent together, I’m said because now the urge that I have to see you and touch you has doubled.

I’m ready to sacrifice, I’m ready to cry blood if necessary. You have your insecurities and you’re aware of it.

I’m here to support you, I have learned not to judge and I won’t. I just want to be with you.

D.