Lines Lined with Limerence

POEM 1: "Harvest"

When I feel lonely, I speak to the ripe, plump fruits hanging from my tree.

But only the ones rotten on the ground respond to me.

With their flesh withered and fading, their hardened seeds expose something;

Sometimes I wonder if there is something deeply wrong with me.

POEM 2: "Finally, a Little Fire"

Flames dancing, synchronized

So beautiful, I wish I remembered how to cry

What if I am bound to who I am?

Am I who I am until I die?

Everything always changes, it's all the same.

In the end, it was worse that you came.

Now every warm room looks like you

And I am forced to begin again.

Handsome men here in turtlenecks,

Girls that you'd definitely want to text.

I hope you at least call me your ex.

Was it always me, or just cause and effect?

And I know I should not ask...

But what did you tell all your friends?

Fuck the shrink

"Write it, burn it, then you'll forget!"

I am never, ever actually healing my head.

And I know you would hate to know this:

you look exactly like a girl who listens to Cigarettes after Sex

with your box dye and fake leather jacket.

POEM 3: "Normality Ends Disease"

Alright, fine.

I'll wait for the bus while I write in the lines.

Normality; I think I seriously want it this time.

I want this stupid tree to grow some stupid leaves,

and you can argue with the wall all you want that fall will come

but this time it seriously doesn't matter to me.

Though trunk has worn from disease,

the roots still work, they remain free.

Being miserable is no longer a comfort for me.

In this wind I will find warmth;

It smells of change along with the musk of rain,

It sings that the crackling leaves do not signify my melancholy.

WRITTEN BY

Giulia

As the world seems to hurl past me, I find myself compelled to catch up. A way to stay present for me is by appreciating art, from fashion to cinema to music. This means making art accessible and thus engaging readers, as sharing my love for culture is one of my greatest passions in life.