" You Gave Me No Other Choice But To Be Strong."

"I hope every love poem written is true

The rhymes, the delicate and intimate words, the metaphors

I hope that when a boy tells you that you drive him crazy

or that he constantly thinks of you,

It's true."

-H.Asteid

" This may sound crazy to you but...If she were a cliff, I won't even hesitate to take the leap."

- H.Asteid

I was born with reds and violets tattooed on my stomach, shards of glass in my eyes and scars on my back. I never really knew how to talk in a velvety voice or hold flowers in my hands without crushing them in the process. The love introduced to me isn't the kind of love that'd wish you sweet dreams. The love I've known brought me nightmares with me crying, laughing at my fallen tooth on the carpet.

So please be patient with me. I'm still learning not to destroy the things I love.

---H.Asteid🍁

" What made you so afraid of people getting too close?"

-H.Asteid

"Darling, You own the biggest wave in my sea of thoughts."

-H.Asteid

I'm made of excerpts I personally extracted from the books I read, of songs' lyrics, of blankets and of cups of coffee.

My mind is either a gray cloud or a current of air violently whirling in a spiral.

Every night, my soul howls for the moon; my hands bleed words about tragedy and doom.

These dark brown orbs loathe mirrors but would always tear up at the sight of the sea, maple trees in autumn, of beautiful people.

And my heart only yearns for one thing. . .

To feel things in colour.

-H.Asteid

" I was more attracted to him than he was to me.

And it really scared me.

-H.Asteid

" Love me from the words that I write to the words that I don't."

-H.Asteid

" I wasn't built to break."

- H.Asteid

Autumn Love

Our love was softly subdued, in shades of autumn amber hues. With leaves crunching beneath our feet, it was his love that began to destroy me.

Reciting our beautiful vows before the lord, we danced on a windless October night, to a haunted symphony of melodious chords.

Lost in the darkness of his hollow eyes, the exquisite mask he’d designed slowly fell, into decaying autumn leaves on the ground, and his love withered without ever making a sound.

© September, 2020  Kathlene