#thoughts poetry
How do you expect me to feel
when you put the entire
universe inside my heart?
And then one day you decided to
burn everything we nurtured?
The sun died and the clouds
weren’t even crying.
The flowers stood still,
and I cut off the thorns
on all of the roses you gave me
because what was the point of
trying to save them from the wild?
My chest felt like a love struck
battleground, and I was just sitting
next to the armor. Now everyone can
see that I’m not the same person
who once had the entire universe beating
inside the heart that once lived.
-Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing