nesma
A wanderer from California who is ready to explore the world through living outside conform zones, writing, and loving.
i’ve learned to love roses again
because of a boy that reminds
me nothing of you. i broke apart
everything we tried to built
together and refracted the light
onto someone that deserves it.
this was cathartic. spitting out
the rain, putting out the fires.
no more shattered glass. just all
of these roses. just so many pink
skies. turning love into a gentle
creature that never learns to bite.